Tonight I went to see a play starring the radiant Val Dowdle.  Understandibly, being theater...it was boring...very...very boring.  They should rename the play "My two hours lost" and give me a lollypop.  Not a fan of shakespeare in the first place, I found it nearly impossible to pay attention long enough to really catch the dialogue.  You got the jist from all the crazy being sold, but I got the sense at the end that someone had stole my assginity while I was sitting there.  I was left feeling alone and destitute.  You know that feeling you get when you eat two pounds of chocolate but you just end up feeling really empty?  Of course you're about to shit out 2 pounds worth of semi-liquid glory, but at the same time, you feel like you've just wasted two hours and a few dollars that could have been better spent paying someone to have sex with a muskrat.  On the plus side, I got in for free under the good grace of my buddy, so all was not in fact lost.  It's not like I'd spend my time doing anything enriching anyways.  I was planning on spending the night seeing how many bugs I could catch in my mouth if I left a teaspoon of sugar in there.