Must.... cease.. procrastination...

These Naked ladies will are the bane of my existance. It's 3:30 am, and I've still got nothin' but a guglin' belly fulla coffee... which isn't getting me closer to the 800 words or less on the plight of the actor in musical theatre, except than to discern that there are fewer than 800 words published on the topic.

Nope. Not me. All I've got is a face fulla distraction and the urge to take my clothes off for money on the internet.

Oh, and freckles. Tons of them.