A Slight Possibility of Never Seeing What I'm Talking About

To begin let's have a quote of the day. I sent some flowers de apology the other day. Long story short, they didn't do the trick. I came across this quote and it pretty much sums up the situation:


These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Yes, that's good. Read deeply into it and try to comprehend it. Then forget about it because it's way to personal and you can't be in my head. Can you?

Anyways, to address the title of this post. Yours truly has managed to snag a spot in a to-be-shot indie comdey film here in the TC. That's right, I will be playing the thespian training heavy role of British/Nazi #3. Here is where all my years of faking relationships might come in handy. For starters - I'm not British. To follow that up - I'm not a Nazi either. We'll just have to pray to the gods and ask for guidance.

Finally, I need some input. Would anyone out there drink orange juice with caffeine in it? Get back to me.