I don't know why, but I have a feeling this is gonna work out. As Sally Bowles says, "It's gotta happen...happen sometime. Maybe this time I'll win." Or maybe I won't. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter at all. It just would be nicer to be in Central Park chatting up Gavin Creel and Will Swenson than sitting in an overheated gym listening to a fat priest droning on about how we're all going to hell. Anyway, maybe it's better that I don't go. If I did, I might not be able to overcome the fear that Kacie Sheik would cut me to ribbons with her beaver teeth. Wow. Even I thought that was kinda mean. Sorry, Kacie Sheik. Oh, well. It'll work out or it won't. Only thing to do now is wait.
And, just 'cause I think this is freaking hilarious. You're welcome.