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Thank God for Dad's orange pumice soap, which managed to take most of the turquoise ink stains off my hands.

I finished the story that has the Question Mark Guy in it. I'll be letting people know when it's online, and I'm probably going to be submitting it to Fine Lines (because I need CAS hours). It came out really well. Ben described it as "poetry as prose," which is really, really cool.

I comtemplated my cuppa for half an hour, but I can't get that exercise to work.

"Nothing" from A Chorus Line

I'm so excited because I'm gonna go to the High School of Performing Arts, I mean I was dying to be a serious actress. Anyway, it's our first day acting class and we're in the auditorium and the teacher, Mr. Karp, puts us upon the stage with our legs around everybody, one in back of the other, and he says: 'Okay, we're gonna do improvisations...Now, you're on a bobsled and it's snowing out and it's cold... Okay, go!'

Ev'ryday for a week we would try to
Feel the motion,
Feel the motion down the hill.
Ev'ry day for a week we would try to
Hear the wind rush,
Hear the wind rush, feel the chill.
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see what I had inside.
Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried, I tried!

And everybody goin' 'Woosh... woosh ... I feel the snow, I feel the cold, I feel the air...' And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says: 'Okay, Morales, what did you feel?' And I said...

'Nothing, I'm feeling nothing,'
And he says 'Nothing could get a girl transferred.'
They all felt something,
But I felt nothing,
Except the feelin' that this bullshit was absurd!

But I said to myself, 'Hey, it's only the first week. Maybe it's genetic, They don't have bobsleds in San Juan!'

Second week, more advanced,
And we had to be a table,
Be a sportscar, Ice-cream cone.
Mister Karp, he would say,
'Very good, except Morales.
Try, Morales, all alone.'
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see how an ice cream felt...
Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried to melt!

The kids yelled, 'Nothing!'
They called me 'Nothing'
And Karp allowed it,
Which really makes me burn.
They were so helpful,
They called me 'Hopeless',
Until I really didn't know where else to turn.

And Karp kept saying, 'Morales, I think you should transfer to Girl's High, You'll never be an actress, Never!' Jesus Christ!

Went to church, praying, Santa Maria,
Send me guidance,
Send me guidance on my knees.
Went to church praying, Santa Maria,
Help me feel it,
Help me feel it pretty please.
And a voice from down at the bottom of my soul
Came up to the top of my head,
And a voice from down at the bottom of my soul,
Here is what it said:

'This man is nothing!
This course is nothing!
If you want something,
Go find another class.
And when you find one
You'll be an actress.'
And I assure you that's what
Fin'lly came to pass.

Six months later I heard that Karp had died.
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And cried--
'Cause I felt nothing...

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