Okay, I'm not sure what is going on but I do not have time for this. Piper, Phoebe, if this is some sort of joke I am not laughing. And if this isn't some sort of joke I am in such trouble.
I made 60 bucks in tips last night, which I think marks the first time I've ever had money that didn't involve a fake credit card or poker. Hey Claire, Priestly, you guys hungry? I'm starving. We should order a pizza or something.
Um. Right. So I think I'm going crazy. First, I'm walking upstairs, take a left into my room and then I wind up in some weird library with people who look like they're straight out of the movies. And then I'm given a PDA (who uses those these days anyway?) and unceremoniously left outside the library. In my dress.