A lot has happened since my last post. Nothing momentous, just the tedium of an everyday life. I’ve been in two shows, I Hate Hamlet and I’m writing this before the second weekend of Thoroughly Modern Millie. But I do not write this blog for a regular update. I’m sad. I’m depressed. I’m angry at the Universe. Or whatever name I choose to call my situational fate. Call it situational depression, if you will. I get down when I think of what I have not. Yes, I try to count my blessings: I have food, shelter, and quite importantly my health.

Also, remind me to publish a blog ranting about stupid sappy love songs. Been there, done that. No thanks. What got me off on this kick is the Millie auditions and listening to those stupid sappy love songs that all the characters sing. I mean, come on, people! Get a grip! What would popular entertainment be without playing on the adolescent hormonal thing we think is love but is really lust? Oh yeah, that’s right: better. Call me jaded. That’s only because I’m a romantic. Or at least was. Until I hear all these folks singing about their happy endings.

To the crazy lady who thinks she can waltz into and out of my life at her own discretion: You have to give a little to get a little. I don’t have time to play games. I understand you’re busy, but so am I. We all make time for what is important to us. So I understand where I am with you. Not by your words but by your (in)actions. I hope you can learn this as you grow on your journey. Best of luck to you. Maybe I’ll be able to help you.