And OH. MY. GOD. It was fucking spectacular. I just want to build a shrine to it in the middle of my house and worship it. And put stills up all over the walls. And marry Mila Kunis.

Moving right along . . . by now Steven and I have kissed exactly five times. The second time was particularly memorable because it really hurt. Seriously. I still felt the burn like half an hour later. The next three times passed without incident.

It's getting better. We actually talk now. Really. It helps. And of course eliminating all physical barriers and space did too. By the end of the scene, we're . . . how to put this . . . grieving all over each other. Well, it's mostly me doing the grieving, because I'm a girl or something. But yeah.

And I most likely get to smoke.

As bad as yesterday was, today was exponentially better. Seriously. Yesterday was complete and utter shit. And then today was amazing. I was even early to rehearsal. I cleaned my room. I got to see a movie I've been wanting to see for months. Said movie was incomprehensibly brilliant. Jackie and I even got a discount on our tickets. I found out that she and that skank whore Ashley are no longer friends. I still have cigarettes left.

Maybe I'm smoking too much these days. But I feel good.