Okay, so in 50 words or less, can someone–anyone–please tell me what the fuck is going on here? Brilliance? Puerility? Early onset of senility? Genius years ahead of its time? All four of the above?
And yes, I’m back. It was rough going there for a while. Between the trips to New York and a somewhat gruelling work schedule and beloved houseguests and the holiday festivities and, of course, the play that wouldn’t die, I’ve been a little busy. But now that I’m traveling less and we don’t have any houseguests scheduled ’till Mardi Gras (you know who you are), and the holidays are almost over (well, until Carnival starts on January 6th), and I’ve finished understudying for everyone in the goddamn cast, my life’s slowly returning to normal. Whatever that is….
Anyway, in the words of the late Justin Wilson, I sure am glad for you to see me, I gua-ran-tee.
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