Boys' Life is over now and the post-partum depression is already setting in. It's been—what?—twenty-four hours? I'm psychotic. Luckily The Voice My Mother Gave Me Set Me Free will still be in rehearsal for another three weeks, so I will at least have a project going even if it's just a once-a-week thing.
I did get to see Jean-Pierre Melville's Army of Shadows yesterday. IT'S AWESOME, by the way.
And I went to the 9:00p, 10:00p and 11:00p shows last night at Ultimate Improv and laughed so hard I was literally in tears four or five times throughout the evening.
I'm off to bed. I wasn't in the mood to watch a movie today, so I just did laundry and repaired my deadbolt. I read a play, too: Red Light Winter by Adam Rapp (who I love.) It's really fucked up and I liked it a lot.
This entry is all over the place. Sorry. I'll go to sleep now.