after getting swept by the farscape wormhole (a daily occurence) in this utterly cool thursday night, i've decided to conjure happy thoughts like an invigorating bath or reading until i drift off to dreamland. dealing with egos, blood sugars and the rudiments of heavy lifting deflates my weak flesh. to recharge, my huggable babe and i will be in the theatre next week, to catch a straight play. the lure of the curtain call might be a tantalizing prospect. but through the first act, i would, in all likelihood, feel trapped, bursting to escape even before intermission. not even the dazzling presence of an ian mckellen or a kim cattrall could subjugate my visions of escape. but during the hours i was merely 10 feet from mcnulty, i truly had a magnificent time. it was all about the wire.
No comments:
Post a Comment