No more cake please...

So, we're waiting for our show to begin. My stomach is starting to hurt thinking about all of the cake that I'm going to have to eat throughout the run of the show. Uh. They cut me a huge piece yesterday and by the time I was laying down in bed my stomach was telling me that this is not a good idea. I think we're going to have to do smaller pieces because I don't want to have to be eating that everynight.

I'm tired.

I miss Kris. A lot.

I'm stressed out because my mom said that when I turn 23 I'm off her insurance. We both thought it was 24 or 25. I've got to figure something out. Being without health insurance is kind of a fear of mine.

hmm.