I can’t be here tonight. I’d like to be but I’m in dress rehearsals. Then I’m going to sleep.
Tomorrow I get to rinse and repeat. And the next day.
Then I think I’m going to need a little attitude adjustment therapy. This show makes my head spin around so much that I am perpetually dazed and confused.
Problem is, I can’t decide if I need to call a shrink, a masseuse, or an exorcist.