No, not that Molly. Something else entirely. Besides, THAT is far from a done deal he still might come to his senses and say no.
Now THIS. This is probably going to be the most fabulous piece of high school music (original) theater ever performed on the planet Earth. Remembered faintly by only those lucky enough to either have seen it or read about it on Amanda Fucking Palmer's website. (which I read regularly, that is to say almost religiously, because she's so fucking cool, yes there's that word again, and this is the worst run on sentence (and link(ooh parentheses between parentheses between parentheses, now that's the mark of a smart writer! beginning not capitalized either...) ever put between two parenthesizes)
I really want to go see it, but it will be sold out. And I'll be working. And and and... oh well. Life goes on. Until it doesn't and then it's all up to God.
And no I'm not on drugs or drinking. I just am. The way God made me. Heaven help me and the rest of the world, because neither of us are going to know what hit us. (and neither will Dacus.)
Done Finito.
Time for sleep. I just hope I can. And I hope they decide against me on that stupid show because it's going to be sooo hard and maybe not worth it. But then again, when is anything? Worth it, mean.
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