How soon hath time the subtle thief of youth....

Too early in the morning to muse over John Milton. Whereas the cast and company of RENT may measure their life in cups of coffee sprinkled with seasons of Love, I've always-- for some weird reason--measured my life in four year increments correlating perfectly with the pending Presidential campaign, the olympic games and the anomolous leap year. Always have...it seems like every four years I tersely look back, ask myself where the hell I am suppose to be going, looking over the palces I have already traveled wondering what avenue will appear next....

...Voluntarily chose to go see my sister tonight in Carousel. God I hate musicals and my whole family did summer stock growing up. Jenn has the lead but the play is like FOUR hours (is this a cheesy-lighthearted musical or a Wagnerian Opera?)My sister's also do beauty pageants. Beth was Miss Chicago three years ago and almost won Miss Illinois (the girl who beat her became Miss America)...Jenn's trying to win the state tiara this year and I hate going, hate seeing my sisters gambol around stage in heels and tights posing like their limbs are constructed out of orgami. Hate watching my sisters (MY OWN SISTERS) prostitute their brains in their bathing suits. Hate watching them be leered and ogled by middle-aged judges.....and regardless what anyone says, they still look like Drag Queens daubed in all that make-up!!!

Oh well, to compound matters mom just called. Turns out I have to share a hotel room with Jenn's boyfriend, Eric--who I can't stand!!! I almost (I shit you not here) hit him on Christmas eve! I'm not alone. Beth's husband Dan (who's in med school and who's mind and persona is poured like a Kennedy) can't stand him either. Oh well, I'll try to give him another chance. Maybe I'll buy a gun and pretend to clean it out while talking to him about the time I used to castrate bulls in the summer.

Need to write. Need to write. Need to write.