Stupid toe. It's getting worse again. It keeps hurting.

Today was pretty good. Went to the book sale this morning. Didn't find any Mercedes Lackey books *sad* but I got a couple Far Side comic books, Chicken Soup For the Teenage Soul, and Pigs in Heaven. OOOOH and this collection of "the best Jewish jokes ever" or something like that. Went from the book sale to the art show on the green, walked around for a bit, got about...6 minutes of footage for Pass It On, don't know how much help that will be, but I didn't have that much time...we had to get back home. So...we came back home and started organizing the garage...will continue doing so tomorrow. Got some more of my clutter from Uncle Bob's (storage place) so my room has even more random knick-knacks now...it makes me happy...and I have 6 or 7 pictures that I have to find places for around my room that don't involved making holes in the wall...this shall be an interesting task. I still need to find out how much an absurdly large piece of corkboard costs.
I made four more Katrina Dolls today. That's...10 total. hahahahaha this is fun. I listen to Rent while making them. So I've had Rent songs playing through my head for the last 2 days. I've listened to the soundtrack maybe...4 times in the last 2 days.
Went to look at some pianos tonight at this music place with my Dad, Mr. Harris, and Ben...they all had to drop off guitars to be fixed. Kinda disappointing...I have to get an electric one because they're less expensive and we'll have to sell it again in 2 years. But...they all sound electric. And I know that's a given. But there's just such a difference between how a studio grand sounds and how an electric sounds. I played parts of that Straylight Run song "Existentialism on Prom Night" while looking at the pianos...two of the people who worked there were like "Oh my god I love that song!" ahhhh it sounds so different on the electric pianos! RAWR.
We went to a diner afterwards. I got spinach pie which, while it was better than the spinach pie at camp, still wasn't all that great.

Ben: I want an angry Jewish waiter. You know? "I think I want a hot dog." "You think? No, you want a hot dog! This is Independence Day, be decisive!"

Ben: I want my friend to direct this play at our school, but we have to get the administration to let us have an open flame on stage, rip a phone out of a wall, and have someone beat a typewriter with a golf club.