Well, the aimless sense of regret and purposelessness continues to flourish as we enter the winter theatre season. I have six shows in the next four weeks and I’m losing my goddamned mind over it and everything else ricocheting around in my head. It’s like in Star Wars (sorry) when Han shoots the wall of the garbage compactor and the shot bounces around a bunch, but if everyone unloaded their guns into the wall at once and that’s all day every day. I’m tired, and my heart hurts and I’m fucking done with the feelings, really I am, but hey, you know, I have choices. We all have them, whether we know it or not, and I know it. I’ve always known, since I was a kid, I think. It was always there, and it always will be, right up until I get there. And if there’s knowing after, I hope maybe it’ll be different next time.
Until then, I’ll be here. You know where to find me.