"Morning, Gromit! Time for walkies!" "SHUT -- UP!"
I want this in my belly! The lovechild of hummus and mashed potatoes, with a dash of spinach, on crostini? Soon please?
Apparently Joel had the same Wallace & Gromit alarm clock I did in middle school, the first thing I remember really making me homicidal in the mornings. We're both starting to suspect that we are the same person.
Also in play news, we've suddenly arrived at page 17 of 28. I mean... wow. That sucker moves quickly. Also also, it's been decided that I should wear this white party dress I own to rehearsal from now on. It might not be such a bad idea, since approximating costume is not only good for getting in character, but knowing what exactly I can and can't really do in a skirt.
Oh hongreh. And so much Camus to read! For the record, don't tell Sartre I've been flirting with the enemy. Now, then: food.
Apparently Joel had the same Wallace & Gromit alarm clock I did in middle school, the first thing I remember really making me homicidal in the mornings. We're both starting to suspect that we are the same person.
Also in play news, we've suddenly arrived at page 17 of 28. I mean... wow. That sucker moves quickly. Also also, it's been decided that I should wear this white party dress I own to rehearsal from now on. It might not be such a bad idea, since approximating costume is not only good for getting in character, but knowing what exactly I can and can't really do in a skirt.
Oh hongreh. And so much Camus to read! For the record, don't tell Sartre I've been flirting with the enemy. Now, then: food.