Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dear Tuesday,

Happen now.  Not that I didn't love my night of three back to back rehearsals, but you're a little much.  Two performances, one that almost died because of a mess today, and two lara papers away from home. 

You couldn't come any faster, could you? That would be nice darling.


love,
hannah

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