Hella Early

I just got up hella early to write a mini play for Act One Scene One.  Yikes.  Yikes Sandwich.  

It is ok. The trick is in the execution, because it is all ensemble based and group stuff, and I have the youngest and thus, most inexperienced group of kiddos.  We need to form into jungles and paparazzi and kicklines and giant boulders, so it might be a very long week.  I managed to sneak in Katy Perry's California Gurls, but none of the sexy stuff.  I heart Katy Perry's enormous, ample bosom.  But "So Hot I'll Melt Your Popsicle" did not make the cut.

I was gunna write the play last night but had a very fun evening with the husband instead, doing things that are still illegal in most states, and loving every damn minute of it.  

Now it is the AM, I'm awake, starving, but I don't wanna get out of bed yet!  Just a few more minutes ma! 

I am going to Market basket tonight after what promises to be a very hot, very long day at my two jobs.  Yup.  So... Yeah.  Keep your fingers crossed that I don't 

A: Commit a homicide,

B: Commit Suicide somehwere between produce and check-out, 

C: Go Postal and do a combo murder\suicide screaming that awesome line from Pulp Fiction: "I'm going to execute every mother-fucking-last-one-of-you!"  (calm down honey bunny). 

or D: End up institutionalized when I simply shut down, unable to deal with acting camp, summer camp, and market bucket (and my mother) all in the same overly hot & humid July day.

If I am institutionalized, will you visit? 

On the upside:  Maybe I'll snag one of the BEST DONUTS IN THE WORLD!  (But I won't hold my breath, because I don't know if I can handle that kind of disappointment should they be all out by the time I get there... sadness.)