The boy hair is growing on me. Maybe I'm attracted to myself in a creepy homo-narcissistic sort of way. Is that possible? Probably.
Have I creeped you out yet? If so, my job is done. It's Halloween, you know.
Last night was the busiest night of BATZ that I have ever had to work. It was a solid line from 5:30 to 8:30. We didn't close until 9:15 or so. It was nuts. Zach helped me in the gift shop. I took money and he handed out tickets. At one point, the computers freaked out so the line was backed up for even longer. INSANE. Luckily the crowd was pleasant. Had it been a Free Day crowd, I would have curled up, cried, and cursed the visitors with toe fungus and hemorrhoids. That'll teach them to give me sass! I was semi-sad that it was my last night of BATZ ever. Next year I'll be in Chicago. I'll come back to volunteer at some point, I'm sure.
After BATZ, Zach and I went to see Kill Bill. It was awesome! Violent, but awesome. It's not that I don't like violent movies, I'm just squeamish with all the blood. Watching it last night gave me an upset stomach, but I couldn't stop watching. Despite all the blood, it was artistic and wonderful. I'm definitely gonna see Vol. 2 and anything else that might follow.
Today at physical therapy, I felt inadequate. They upped my excercises to longer and harder things. (Wow, that sounded like the porn e-mails I always seem to get) I couldn't do these step exercises without wincing. It hurt like a mother f-word er. Just when I think I'm healed, they bust out with something that proves me wrong. Oh well, at least I don't have to wear that stupid air cast anymore.
Killowatts show tonight! YES!!!!