The Year of Jupe is back on track!

For the most part. I still don't know about the agency. (All your praise is too soon! Plus -- I didn't really do anything ) I went there today to drop off my headshots, and ... did exactly that. Hooray!? They were all "Great! Thanks! You may go." So I guess I will wait for someone to call me.

But in definite good news -- I have health insurance! Which I wasn't going to have, because I'm covered under my mother's plan, and it only covers me so long as I am a full time student, which, of course, I no longer am. But I have a new plan! That will mysteriously cover me at least until I become (maybe) a full time student again. Or a megastar. Either way. This is vastly important as I am a monumentally ill person, and need much in the way of doctor's visits and drugs and wacky, wacky procedures.

And furthermore, I know that everything will be alright, because I have had a sign from on high. Today, I was in the Port Authority of New York. I rather know this place, as I proverbially know my hand. Yet as I was preparing to go home, I wanted beverage, and I couldn't find any places selling such on the second floor. So I headed over to the escalators to the 400 gates. (That's right! 400!) And there, a fooding stand was selling Arizona Sweet Tea. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

As my readership may or may not be aware... well, let me start from the beginning. Many years ago, I was at my southern beau's house, and his mother inquired of me if I should like some "iced tea." And I was all, "Well sure!" And so then she started making ... tea! What? (I'm a total yankee.) And this mysterious "sweet tea" concoction was the most awesome thing I have ever had, ever.

Then, this past summer when I was commuting to class, I stopped in a little shop in the train station, and saw that they were selling a sweet tea, as marketed by the Arizona Tea Company. Awesome! Thought I. And ye, it was good. It was totally, totally good, because Arizona makes delicious addictive beverages. But what then? When I went back, THEY HAD NO MORE. No more. And they never got more. And I never found it again. Ever. So I've been searching for it for the better part of six months.

And I found it. Yay! I went to the counter and asked, "How many do you have?" Which is why I walked away with $18 worth (9 bottles) of tea.

If I could top this all off with a Rufus Wainwright concert, I'd be set.

It has been such a good day. Except my chest is still broken out. That's not good. [/depressing footnote]