Oooh. Notice all the twos. Two weeks notice...two years...42...I also have two eyes, two ears, two cats--wait...I don't have two cats. I have one cat. I guess Nelson could be made into two cats but I don't own a saw.
And for my next trick...
Has anyone else noticed that, no matter how many carrots you eat, they never fill you up? In fact, I feel hungrier after having eaten twenty baby carrots than I did before!
Oh yeah. Midsummer closed on Saturday. Not that I care. It doesn't matter to me. Not once has it even occurred to me that the show is really over. I haven't thought about it at all because it's not important in the long run. So I try not to think about it and, really, I don't think about it which is a very healthy way to deal with something that is, ultimately, not that important. Not important at all. To me, anyway.
It was an intense little journey. A wild ride. I'll never forget it. Rest in peace, Midsummer Night's Dream: the Musical!
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If you're leaving the 42 floor are we giong to have to find a new name for your blog??
cause that would throw off all my bookmarks and i don't know if I can handle that
Never fear. Even though I'm leaving, the 42nd Floor will continue to chronicle the nutty things that happen when the dramatic arts and corporate 9-5 collide.
Carrots do the same thing to me, too!!! I'm glad you're dealing with the departure of Midsummer in such a healthy way. so. very. healthy.
Wow, Nelson's fat.
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