It is now 8:03 a.m. The weather is partially cloudy. Work is getting really crap. and I'm staying up too late. I saw a play last night with a boy from school who asked me out. He is attractive and nice. Maybe there will be a second date. he's not attractive like mr. saxophone but i suppose mr. saxophone can be one of those men reserved for fantasizing about. I really hope mr. saxophone is not 17.