Wednesday, September 08, 2004
About to head off to the ANNE FRANK read through.
Honestly It feels like I'm going back to something...Er...Good...Something soft...Comfortable. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's kind of like when your body gets home after you've been on a long trip and lays in your bed, and for the first time since you've been gone it says "Ah. Now this is what I know. This is what I like." It's kind of like that. I feel like I'm thinking "This is what I know- and it is what I like."
I guess for those of you who have found this incredibly cheesy are thinking "how in the name of sweet mold did she just relate THEATER to a BED???" but I did. Anyway, I better go. Sometimes my mind likes to go all philosophical on me.
"If you don't know where you're going you will probably end up somewhere else." (Laurence Peters, 1969)
Honestly It feels like I'm going back to something...Er...Good...Something soft...Comfortable. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's kind of like when your body gets home after you've been on a long trip and lays in your bed, and for the first time since you've been gone it says "Ah. Now this is what I know. This is what I like." It's kind of like that. I feel like I'm thinking "This is what I know- and it is what I like."
I guess for those of you who have found this incredibly cheesy are thinking "how in the name of sweet mold did she just relate THEATER to a BED???" but I did. Anyway, I better go. Sometimes my mind likes to go all philosophical on me.
"If you don't know where you're going you will probably end up somewhere else." (Laurence Peters, 1969)
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