We can't stop here. This is bat country.
What is my deal? I had another anxiety dream involving me starring in some kind of theatrical production for which I am unprepared. This time it wasn't Broadway, and Mandy Patinkin did not make an appearance. This time I was in some small-town theater production that was literally the whole town's obsession, so the pressure was intense. And I kind of knew the songs but I'd never rehearsed them. There was all this stuff about my being late for call and hurrying to get my makeup and costume on, and going across the street to have lunch and running out without paying...it was deeply weird.
Okay. I have not talked about Runway much this season mostly because it's been skull-crushingly boring but last night...I won't spoil anything, but this was the first outcome that had me yelling at the TV. For like five minutes I was like "Really? Are you kidding me? No way. NO WAY. I can't believe it. I DO NOT believe it."
Ugh. Having a Bad Pouch Day. I just wanna go home but I have this crazy paper to finish.
Okay. I have not talked about Runway much this season mostly because it's been skull-crushingly boring but last night...I won't spoil anything, but this was the first outcome that had me yelling at the TV. For like five minutes I was like "Really? Are you kidding me? No way. NO WAY. I can't believe it. I DO NOT believe it."
Ugh. Having a Bad Pouch Day. I just wanna go home but I have this crazy paper to finish.