I think that if I do not have tickets to see Spamalot (the new musical lovingly ripped off from Monty Python and the Holy Grail) soon, I might do something drastic to express my frustration. Like ripping off my arm and beating random passersby with it. You know. Like that. Because honestly. It stars David Hyde Pierce, Hank Azaria, and Tim Curry. In Monty Python. On Broadway. It is like the God Of Stuff That Is Designed Specifically For Me got together with the Gods of Funny Stuff, British Stuff, Broadway, and also the God of Fucking Mind-twistingly Awesome Stuff (he really is pretty lazy and does not do as much as he should), and they just sort of off-handedly created this custom-made Nuclear Fucking Explosion of Perfect that will detonate inside my brain.
Also secretly, as in so secretly and shamefully I really should remind myself to delete this paragraph before posting this entry, I also really really burningly want tickets to Riverdance at Radio City in March.
Beyond that, I just bought myself a snack: a banana Powerbar, orange Juice, and lemon Gum. Clearly someone is in the mood for the tropics.