Well, I must be some sort of prophet because it seems that I know myself entirely too well. Indeed, our rally was today and, of course, I had a subconscious panic attack. They amaze and confound me. Not only are they completely irrational, but they work in such strange ways. I falter over simple words, skip entire sentences, and my mind is a general state of confusion, even though I can't tell exactly what's wrong. Even despite all of my experience in the spotlight (albeit, not that much, but enough that I wouldn't expect such a radical reaction), I still have panic attacks. Derek and Zaq didn't appear to have that problem, maybe they know the secret to success. Go figure.

Anywho, not much else happened today. I did obtain a few good ideas for future rhymes (such as "Ode to the Parentheses"), and they may show up sometime soon. Or they may go the way of the passenger pigeon and deliver a few pizzas before venturing to the big bird house in the sky (and by that, I mean Big Bird's rooftop appartment). Happy Time Wasting!