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and after all that, i got sick
I’m one of those people who gets sick after a stressful event. In college, I got sick on every visit home; for a while in Philly I was getting sick each weekend. I moved to New York, and the constant stress was such that I didn’t actually catch a cold until the week after I stopped working at my job. So after these past few weeks, in which I had a lot of fun but did a LOT, I’m now sick! And home on a Friday night, so I’m talking to you guys for the first time in ages.
when next you see me . . .
I’ll be living in Brooklyn. Sorry for the dead-silence, but I’ve had some patterns in the works, an apartment hunt to complete, and right this minute I’m sitting in the midst of half-packed cardboard boxes and yarn. So just some fun with a flashlight.
the memory be green
I have never wished for my camera more than I did tonight, at Shakespeare in the Park‘s production of Hamlet. Not because Lauren Ambrose’s carrot-red hair was cascading down half her back in luscious curls. Not because of Andre Braugher, who I’ve known since his days on Homicide (and the general lust my old roommate had for him). Not Sam Waterson rockin’ Polonius’s bumbling pomposity. Or B’s mom, playing Hamlet’s mom. No, it was because of the storm.
three years!
This week marks my blog’s third birthday. Three! I can’t even believe it. How quickly they grow up.