People. Lives. Nature.

Several things:
1) I used to hate when I was alone for the night in my apartment. I always joked that it was my chance to be naked but really, I can't do that because there are perpetually creepy construction men outside and we don't have blinds everywhere. But now, I have begun to indulge in it. Not the nakey thing, but just the romanticism of being alone. I'm sitting in my room with the door open and just... being. It's kinda nice.
2) I should not be awake right now. I'm so sleep deprived that it's not even funny. And yet here I am... The last time I went to bed before midnight when I wasn't sick was ... definitely in high school. Maybe even before that. Even when I swam, jumping in the water at 5:30 am, I would stay up til 1. Unacceptable.
3) Unacceptable has been my fav. word of late. And I'm okay with that.
4) No more Mr. Nice Guy, Class of '09. Get ready for it. Mostly, this is referring to Studi09, my classmates who don't know the real me. A lot of other people know the real me, but they don't. Well, fuck you is what I have to say about that. Goodbye Cordelia, hello Goneril.

Then, the real reason for this post: Does it ever happen to you that you see a name/face and know you know a person but don't know why? The name "Brett Witt" popped up in my newsfeed. Recognition flickered the second I saw the name, and moreso when I saw the picture. I know this character. But how? This is terrible. I spent several minutes perusing his facebook profile in hopes of remembrance................. Nothing. And here's the worst part. I feel like maybe I know him because we dated at some point. Or went on a date? Or I was interested in dating him? I mean, he looks like someone I would have wanted to date... But I don't remember! I vaguely sense that I knew him in the context of Espresso-- did we meet there? Did we go there together? WHO IS THIS CHARACTER?

So, Annah and Amy, you peeps know me. Who is he and how do I know him? Photo documentation and facebook stalking available upon request. Just send an SASE to the Theatre Castle with your fingerprints included. I'm going a little crazy here.

Also, what kind of name is that? Brett Witt? Seriously, if your last name is Witt, don't name your kid Brett. Name him... Joseph. Or Samuel. Or Hugh. But not Brett. At least his name isn't Nit? Like, Nit-wit?

I'm going to bed.