Madam, I am not well.
Today (yesterday), I crashed my car.
This week is up there. Really up there.
I'm fine. The car is going to need some work.
I want to fall down a hole and never climb out.
I can do nothing but cry and cry, and wish and wish. Wishes are agnostic prayers, I suppose.
The rift between the levels of success in my personal and professional lives continues to broaden: the Broad Street Review loved Pericles, and said some lovely things about me.
This week is up there. Really up there.
I'm fine. The car is going to need some work.
I want to fall down a hole and never climb out.
I can do nothing but cry and cry, and wish and wish. Wishes are agnostic prayers, I suppose.
The rift between the levels of success in my personal and professional lives continues to broaden: the Broad Street Review loved Pericles, and said some lovely things about me.
Labels: acting, psychobabble, travel
posted by Mormolyke at
04:31
1 Comments:
i'm sorry things are not great for you - but i'm thinking lovely thoughts and throwing them philadelphia-way... see you sunday!
love!
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