The last week was spent playing catch up and realizing I have no more excuses for not getting things done. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern closed last Sunday, so no more laundry, curtain speeches and wardrobe duty. Therefore I should have plenty of time to clean my house, do some yard work, and engage in other productive pursuits....
but i don't wanna!
Being involved daily in a show was the perfect hideaway! I've been doing it since the end of January! Now I have to once again be practical and responsible.
I hate being a grown-up. People expect too much of you when you're a grown-up. You're supposed to do your "chores" and eat your vegetables and pay bills on time and blah blah blah.
Blah blah blah is right.
But I do have to sprinkle in some fun stuff with all the domestic duties I must perform this weekend... I need to whip out some costume sketches for Dream Play, continue embroidering a quilt for my soon to be neice/nephew, and curl up with The Raw Shark Text (recommended by my boss).
So that should help get me through the dog washing, epileptic cat drugging, dish scrubing, flooring mopping, and the inevitable dust bunny slaughter that marks the true end of another show.
Wow. Reality is entirely too surreal for me.
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