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Classes are over. What? Now auditions. OK. Then Paris! Finally! But should I take my guitar across the channel? This weekend will be amazing--from 1:30 on Friday until two Sundays from now. But there's so much fucking high comedy between now and 1:30 on Friday... Pray heaven I'm not cast in the restoration comedy next month. What tho'f it be considered classical? I an't to be bound to so rigid a form! So, faith, I'll tell 'em in plain terms, that were I minded to play restoration comedy--'Zounds--I'd... dammit. I'm so done with that stuff. Icky affectations and sticky antiquated social structures. Must rest so that I'm in tip top shape, yes? So, faith, I'm off to't.
(I always feel silly spelling it "dammit." Shouldn't it be "damnit?" Who added the extra hump?)
(I always feel silly spelling it "dammit." Shouldn't it be "damnit?" Who added the extra hump?)