After being diagnosed with walking pneumonia five days before the musical I'm in (Anything Goes--Cole Porter should be reincarnated and interested in me) opens, I have decided that the balance of the universe is being realigned. Afterall, Princeton, Brown, Haverford, and Johns Hopkins (guess 'em all right?) might just be too much, were it not for a bit of good old wheezing. That's right. I'm willing to deal with more entropy if I can keep living in my moment of perfect order.
Until May 1st. When I have to decide. la la la la la. i can't HEAR you.