Here are my thoughts at the moment:
I feel badly for Britney Spears. She's such a mess, and never in my life did I ever think I would look at K-Fed as more put together than she is. But such is the case, right now. I hope that girl gets serious help, although ditching rehab twice in one week doesn't bode well. I feel like she's about five seconds from overdosing or something. What a mess.
My show with Alan, Love Letters, was great. We got lots of very nice compliments and it was fun to see everyone there. Probably the hardest part of this show for me was holding my face straight when people were laughing. We got a lot of loud laughs at certain parts, and for some reason I really had to control my face not to break out into a smile. Anyway, that was my last performance for a while.
I can't fit into my pants. Really, that's all I can say about that.
Why is there no good TV on Wednesday night? I know Lost is on at 10, but I'll be asleep by then. My TiVo is empty of anything good, so I think I'm just going to hit the sack early. What a winner.