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so it turns out that my showcase isnt an ugly pile of self-indulgent, talentless tangents on stage. i wont lie, im barely off-book and there is much work to be done, but i actually feel like theres some potential somewhere in there. so hazaa.
on a more serious note, reason #859 why im gradually becoming mad.
last week we studied (and attended a performance of) the glass menagerie, which i have owned for many years. when i removed my copy from the bookshelf, i distinctly remember tennessee williams's streetcar being right next to it (i generally like to keep my books organized by genre, then alphabetically by author). when i went to put glass menagerie back 5 minutes ago, i notice that streetcar is not in its place. or anywher in this room.
nobody is studying streetcar right now. nobody is studying realism in directing right now. nobody has any need, or desire, to borrow my streetcar, especially without asking me first.
im willing to bet money (that i dont actually have) that it was there too. it lives there, next to glass menagerie! they belong together! theyre like tennessee williams's favorite children that are attached at the hip because of their common interests in the themes of the American family!
im going to call my sister tomorrow, and if streetcar is safe and sound in my bookshelf at home, im just going to save everyone a lot of trouble by committing myself.
on a more serious note, reason #859 why im gradually becoming mad.
last week we studied (and attended a performance of) the glass menagerie, which i have owned for many years. when i removed my copy from the bookshelf, i distinctly remember tennessee williams's streetcar being right next to it (i generally like to keep my books organized by genre, then alphabetically by author). when i went to put glass menagerie back 5 minutes ago, i notice that streetcar is not in its place. or anywher in this room.
nobody is studying streetcar right now. nobody is studying realism in directing right now. nobody has any need, or desire, to borrow my streetcar, especially without asking me first.
im willing to bet money (that i dont actually have) that it was there too. it lives there, next to glass menagerie! they belong together! theyre like tennessee williams's favorite children that are attached at the hip because of their common interests in the themes of the American family!
im going to call my sister tomorrow, and if streetcar is safe and sound in my bookshelf at home, im just going to save everyone a lot of trouble by committing myself.