I'm gonna eat queso before every rehearsal!

(No, I'm not. I'm currently out. Perhaps this is the true cause of all my current ills.)

I forgot where I was going with this because I instead went down an unexpected Sam Rockwell rabbit hole on YouTube. Y'know, as you do on Monday nights when you were actually planning on doing something else legitimately useful. Maybe I never had anything else. I should stop waiting for the end of the day to decide I want to write something, especially if I'm not writing about anything in particular.