Challah is baking in the oven

I am baking challah. As we speak.

I feel a little skanky from the other night.

I am so freaking elated about interning at Steppenwolf this summer. Jon Hill said he would come visit me.

Last night Eleni was the drunkest I've seen her in a while and I was happy for her. She opened the door of a cab that was stopped at a red light on Green Street. It was a "Freedom Cab" so as soon as she opened it she yelled "Freeeeedddooooommmm" a bunch of times.

I am excited to see showcase on Monday, even if it is a little bad and nobody comes. I am also excited for my coffee date with Lynn.

I am also excited that I finished Valleri's paper--1 down 2 to go. And that I have decided to write my African American Studies final paper on the August Wilson/Robert Brustein debate which I have always wanted to read more about anyway.

Richard Schecher can suck my dick.

I hope the challah doesn't suck. I might bring a loaf to Rons. Maybe I can be "Jewish Mother Barbie". That actually might be a little funny. Or maybe I'll just wear something pink.