I've been trying to make a case for myself not being your average Whiny Self-Absorbed Teenager. Wow, that's really working, isn't it? Maybe I should stop incriminating myself.
Anyway. I've got to go get ready to go into the city and see Hairspray. If going into Manhattan now doesn't lower my opinion of myself from "subhuman" to "slime who does not even have the right to taint real humanity with her written thoughts," I might ramble about theater here, afterwards.