I shouldn’t always share everything that happens to me. Like what happened to me on the way to the show tonight. Embarrassing and uncomfortable. Nothing dangerous. Perhaps it is helping me in the final performance of this miserable character. 
Have to trudge over to a Walmart after the show on the way home to pick up something for my dad since his birthday is tomorrow. He’s never responded to thoughtful & original gifts, so something practical and simple will do. 

Nothing really planned for tomorrow. Have to get out and do some looking around & shopping for costume pieces for “Cinderella”. Then basically learn the show this week before opening on Friday. No rest for the wicked.


I let slip something last night in casual conversation that was a bit of a dig at a mutual good friend. I’m worried it came off more bitter than it was intended. And that it is going to get back to person I referenced. Ugh. 

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