a little musing, a little philosophizing, a little ranting, a whole lot of nothing, really.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

June.

June was June. A rough haul for the show, a week of Fringe festival ridiculousness, picnics, patios, crying, laughing, boxes boxes boxes. Finding homes for animals, trying to appropriately divide time, flirting with doormen, wearing summer dresses, playing the right arm of a puppet, saying goodbyes, kissing, testing boundaries and self made rules, eating too much, eating not enough, mini drunken interventions, hand holding, cab riding, self-doubting, toothbrushing, couch crashing, risk taking, family worries, hospital visiting, career refocusing, failing, feeling left out, honesty, loving, Indian food, Greek food, pouring beer, using payphones, wishing I was smarter prettier, people watching, procrastinating, dreaming, napping on the floor, late night cleaning, imagining, missing, secret pretend romance, drinking wine out of styrofoam cups in the park at night, tying up loose ends, accepting, and once again, laughing. It was intense.