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so the play is over, and it's an odd feeling. because, it feels right. it ran its course. and it feels good. i'm kind of glad it's over, and i can have my life back, but i'm also sad to see it go- i'll miss seeing the girls, and i'll miss the show itself. i like that thing. but i (we) put on a damned good show. also, i achieved my main goal: to prove that it is possible to both put on a good play AND have the cast not hate you afterwards. harriet achieves neither of those, tom coleman sometimes achieves the one, but never the other. so, after all the stressing, the one time of crying on hank's and henry's shoulders, the threats of badness from harriet, i overcame. and that shit rocked. and now it's done.
and i couldn't have done it without you guys, for all two of you who read this. the rest of them are included, but won't be getting the message. w/e.
now i just need a new group of friends for the summer.
and i couldn't have done it without you guys, for all two of you who read this. the rest of them are included, but won't be getting the message. w/e.
now i just need a new group of friends for the summer.