Someone in Oregon mailed me a packet of Kleenex.
No note, no name. Just a packet of Kleenex.
WHAT THE HELL???
There is a return address on the envelope, but it traces back to a lawn care service in Hermiston, Oregon.
........
WHAT THE HELL???
Well, I'm almost three weeks into my summer break, and I'm ready to run out of the house screaming. For all the looking forward to getting a break from work, I'd forgotten how boring it can actually be. I think I need to go somewhere...I just don't know where.
We're doing a production of The Fantasticks at CLT this summer. Apparently, the fates have decided that I should always get cast in a musical but only in roles that have little or nothing to do with singing and are usually over the age of 60. Once again, this is the case. I was cast as Henry, the elderly Shakespearean actor that never sings. Oh well, at least I get to be funny.
I went to go see Barbara at the roller derby two Sundays ago, but she wasn't even there! Hopefully, she'll be at the next one which takes place on July 9. BE THERE!!!
X-Men 3 is the only summer movie I've been to see, so far. I'll probably try to see Superman Returns, but I don't know where. There's a very nice theater that just opened up in Cartersville, but the audiences there are some of the worst with which I've ever watched a movie.
That's about it for now. I need to catch up on my soap operas.
Tomorrow, I officially begin my summer break.