last night i also ate a free dinner.

my eating habits, however, have taken a shitty turn recently.

too much to do in one squat period leaves no time for lunch on tuesdays and thursdays, so sometimes i have a little breakfast, eg pop tarts, and wait until 5 to have a supper.

this does not bode well for the crayon people.

especially because i love my food.

love it.

and it sucks because, starting sometime in mid march, i will have even more stuff to do and less time to eat.

unless, of course, i can talk someone into having breakfast with me.

which then makes me face the problem: eating or sleeping?

both very valuable commodities in the crayon world. and, depending on how i'm fairing, almost equal in worth.

i should make a graph of pros and cons and utlity and other economic terms i cant remember right now.

the bosslady was out today. she hurt her back at her second job. her "night job" if you will.

she's the technical director for a playhouse in the capital of this state.

which is... about an hour and a half drive from here.

which means she drives a lot. every day.

but she's all up in the money homey g funk.

keep glancing at the clock, telling me when to leave.

shoop shoop shoop da doop doop doop.

"there lay no help for her infatuation in temples or in prayers; for all the time the flame ate into her melting marrow, and deep in her heart the wound was silently alive."

that's virgil, dantes great influence, describing dido being... tricked, i guess... into loving aeneas.

yeah buddy, crayon's got some education.

later on tonight i shall outline something for you fine people and expand on a thought i thought today.

as for now, free food awaits and i need to use the restroom.

i shall wash my hands.

smile people.

smile.