Awkward, awkward, awkward. I am an awkward turtle.

Sigh. I didn't do anything in particular, I just felt strange all day long.

Imogen (other directing intern) bought a tanning package so that when she goes back to England people won't make fun of her for not getting tan in California, and I gave her a ride down there today during one of our breaks so she let me have one of her 'stars' to use a bed. So I was in my first tanning bed ever today for 8 minutes and afterwards I felt AMAZING. I dunno, maybe I just needed some UV rays, or to sweat something out. Hm.

When I came home Cj said I smelled different. Like victory? [Quagmire-esque OH!]

I'm tired.

Oh, and my favorite 'Fight Club' quote: "WHOA! WHOA! You are shooting a gun, at your imaginary friend, near 400 GALLONS OF NITRO GLYCERINE!!!