Ooh, I'll be sure to read that later, Tink.
I woke up so nauseous this morning. When I get excited, my stomach just... like, rebels. It's funny, though, the way my body just KNOWS. I feel sick the moment I open my eyes. It's kind of funny, though, because I remember SO many other mornings like this. When Adam went into Cabaret, I was going to see it with my best friend from high school. I had to get up at like 8 that morning, but I shot out of bed at around 6 a.m. My mom found me sitting there, just bouncing in bed at the crack of dawn. She asked me what was going on, and I remember just blurting out: "HAPPY ADAM DAY!" '
And thus, it was. Even if I was much younger and less wise.

So, happy Adam day.
A work of art is an invitation to love.