Blah. Meghan's costumes are brilliant, but the weather is rotten, so no dice. Too hot to do anything besides dance, sing, and realise I don't speak loud enough to be heard from 100 feet away.

I am tired, and bored. I think they're connected... but whatever. I will tell you about this little kid in my camp, because he is adorable. He's going to be a 7th grader, and he has the cutest little sayings in the world... he will be a stud when he grows up (even though he's already as tall as me!)... I wish he were a few years older, so i wouldn't feel so bad about dancing with him... Ah, but there's always Jon, who I don't feel so bad about harassing, because he gives me shit back. It gets awkward when his girlfriend, the prop girl, is there... because he sits there hitting on me, and she walks in, and glares at me...

Everyone needs to come and see my show! Gene and I strike sexy poses on black boxes, it will be great! Call me for details

---Meghan

ps. before I forget! Thought of the day:
How do you handcuff a one-armed man?