mmm...doughnuts

Can't sleep. 6 hours of Kids Klub tomorrow, the first hour or so I will be the only teacher. I'm hungry but there's nothing I really want to eat. Warm doughnut would be good, but I'm not sure going to at 2 AM with work in the morning is such a great idea. Besides, the doughnut I want would be warm and fresh and more like an apple danish. Oooh, apple danish would be good. Or a cinnamon roll. Ann Sathers needs to be a 24-hour establishment. Maybe I should go just so I'm not sitting here being annoyed at myself for being awake.

I brought the little violins to Kids Klub today and it went extremely well. One kid stayed after just because he wanted to play the violin, so his mom did a one day drop-in. So maybe I'll have to start a small violin class or take on just a few students on Sundays or something. I need to call my old violin teacher. I also need to call two doctors, a dentist, and my bank. I don't know why it is quite so difficult for me to make those sorts of calls. Suck it up, Sucky McSucksuck.

There's this thing on the sole of my right big toe that started as a blister and then turned into a callus and now it's like it's own icky weird squishy entity and way too facinating to poke.

Hannah's coming back from India. The United States will be whole again.

Wow I'm a dumbass. Maybe I will throw on pants and go to Dunkin Donuts after all. Maybe I can then slip into a greasy doughnut food coma. I'll bring Freud so if I get mugged my assailant will get a thorough barking-at. Wow, I really need a late-night diner buddy. Brian, why must you be elsewhere? Believe it or not, you cannot be replaced by a dog.