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So tired. So, so tired. I can't even believe there IS a "five A.M.," let alone that I should have to get up around then.

I feel worried. Why? The more I think, the less there is for me to worry about.

I hope we can still hang out on Thursday. What are we going to do? I was thinking that, if you didn't want to go "my house-theatre-my house," we could go to your house first, and then go to the theatre, and go to my house after rehearsal. Maybe that's just me... I don't even know if you'd like to hang out after rehearsal at all.

This is the second day in a row I haven't made a lunch. Am I too lazy, or do I just not care? This Propel tastes like sh*t though... it's a little stale, I guess.

I can't see anything tearing us apart. I mean, I'm not gonna kid myself and say it's impossible... nor am I gonna parade around going "we'll be together forever..." but, I really love you. And I don't see what could break that any time soon.

School...