I have absolutely nothing new to say, I guess i just know if I stop and go to bed all I am going to think about is "Singing in the Rain" and whether or not I got the part of Lina and when i might get the call for it tomorrow. So nervous. Actually I'm getting the call today! So, I'd much rather distract myself until I collapse into a state of complete and utter exhaustion. You're already helping me, what a great husband!
So I guess you can just kind of ignore this as it's mostly just filler. However, I may come up with something quasi-important, in which case, I will make an attempt to distinguish it from the goo that is me talking to you today. And once again, pardon, but thanks plenty, dearest, for the diversion.
I really have almost nothing to say. I don't want to think about the show, so talking about that is out and the excitement that makes up the rest of my life really consists of, hey I have to clean my attic tomorrow. Lovely, right?
The other day, Danielle and I were going through some old photo albums, you know, for kicks, and I realize that I look back with fonder memories and have a less critical eye on my past than I ever have before. I wonder if it keeps getting more and more like that as you get older or if I was just in a better mood than usual and that was affecting me. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
Yeah, I can't even BS anything else to waste paper with at the moment. I love you. Pray for me if you think of it, baby, I could use the extra support.
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