well, after realizing how terrible the grocery monologue was, I decided to write a new one at 12 am the night before I was to present it to the class.
It was about the time I spent 8 hours alone in Gate 7 of Reagan International (I was on standby).
It begins like this:
"I sat on a cream colored sofa in the Washington D.C. Hilton waiting for a cab."
And it ends like this:
"He didn't seem to care about the wait and neither did I."
I wrote it down and I don't feel like typing it out so that's all you're going to get...
Alright, well I guess that's all. I some more to say but I'm starting a new post.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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