Yes, I’ve decided to ditch #worldwednesdays because it was too heavy for me. Sorry. I could never find great videos for it anyway.
No, I’m doing #wildwednesday from here on out. And this week, like every week, I’ll just write about whatever the F I want! 
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Today was 9/9/9. I say that because I left my apartment at 5:30 this morning and I just got home around 7:45 this evening. So, my day is done.
I started my first rehearsal of Bunnicula. I’m playing Chester the Cat. I am coming into this show about three weeks late. Apparently the first Chester was a little scared about the music. It’s not too bad. I’m more anxious about the staging and lines! But mostly, I can tell this show is going to be a freakin’ blast! It’s time to get to work, alright!
Tomorrow I plan to write my blog, work on Bunnicula and record some new music! I also have to go the weekly production meeting for the film project. What a wonderful life I live! I just hope someday I can afford it!
I was missing my sister today. She died a few years ago. Not much else to say about that, other than I miss her sometimes. Her birthday is coming up.
I need to call my dad. I never call my dad enough. I guess I feel like we always talk about the same things all the time and I’m worried that he will feel guilty or try to explain why he didn’t see the musical. I don’t really care about that anymore, but I hate talking about it, so I guess I kind of do. I guess that story is not resolved. But I need to man up and just call the guy. He’s my father after all. What’s a phone call. It doesn’t have to feel awkward and strange. It doesn’t have to be uncomfortable.
I’m feeling confessional this week. I can’t help it. I want to spill my beans.
The restaurant wants to scan my fingerprint for their new computer system. I am totally freaked out by this. I’m so uncomfortable with getting my fingerprint scanned, I can barely think about it anymore. Why am I so against this? What difference does it really make in the long run? The problem is, is that I’m afraid of what difference it could make.
I know it’s a stretch and there’s only been a few random negative consequences from biometric security. One guy had his finger cut off once so that thieves could steal his Mercedes. That’s not going to happen to me at the restaurant. But, what could happen? What kind of information is kept about you that’s so special? …
I’ll have to answer these questions later. It’s an hour later and I’ve been catching up with my man. I gotta full day tomorrow so I should crash!
JP
