It's 11:08.
Tommorow, at 11:08, I should be at No Shame Theatre.
Tommorow, at 11:08, I won't be at No Shame Theatre.
Tommorow, at 11:08, I will be on the computer, shamelessly typing facebook comments.
Tommorow, at 11:11, I will realize that not doing something on a Friday night, isn't as bad as it seems.
To be honest, I'll probably go see Coraline by myself.
To use the words of Black Kids, "It's Friday night and I a'int got nobody, what's the use of pushin' this tale,"
It's cold outside.
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