last miscellany

* Sampaio’s baked brie. Does life get any better?! Baked cheese. Christ almighty.

* Saw Skinny Bitch Jesus Meeting’s sketch show and was so incredibly inspired and excited for this summer. Look for the Christine Farrell School for Wayward Comediennes . . . we’re going to ROCK IT.

* Uhm. I’m sort of losing my mind a little bit here. The only thing I OWN is a huge suitcase and ukulele. All my errands are done . . . except for some pants I need to hem . . . tomorrow is my last day in Austin until I’m home for Christmas. Mom asks me when I’m applying to graduate school and I have to say, “I don’t know.” I don’t know when I’ll be ready . . . it might be another 2-3 years. It might four years. It might be five. Hopefully it won’t be six. The more time I spend away from the rehearsal room and at the writing desk, wonder of all wonders - - the more I want to write. For myself. Not because I think I’m going to have a career in this. Not because I’m thinking about next BIG steps. Writing for me. Because I actually enjoy it. I’m taking it slow - - very little baby steps, but it’s a ray of hope for me. I thought I might have burnt myself completely out but . . . there’s still a little bit of wick left in the old candle.

* Saying goodbye. I’m not good at it. My status for the past few days has just been - SAD. Sad sad sad sad sad.