I mentioned it to my mom.
She ignored me.
Then she said we'd talk about it later. She can't stop me, but I thought I should make her aware, in order to avoid sudden death. I have the money, but she's convinced that I don't. I'll just give up some of the other shows I want to see and eat a little less Chinese food. This is once-in-a-lifetime.
And with THAT, I'm off to get lost in the library for a presentation that's due tomorrow. I have five hours before I have to get ready to leave for the BWW gathering -- I really shouldn't go, but I feel badly backing out. I'm going now just to GET the books, then I have to actually read and create my presentation. I'm freaking out, argh.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 10/9/05 at 11:25 AM