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dear life,

i hate to disappoint you, but it looks as though we won't be talking again until march. it's not you...it's jsut that...

well, frankly, at this point i'm fairly certain that the 'you can have it all' NOW-ladies were not addressing theatre artists. no, as a matter of fact, i can't seem to have it all. i can have a career and earn money enough to provide basic necessities, which is fun and fulfilling in its own right, or i can have a life that i can't afford. there's no sharing.

sorry. just un-loading. it's not that i'm ungrateful - i'm not -it's just hard to be constantly working against a calendar/time and space, nu? Nu.

look, life, if i figure out how to pencil you in, i will. but in the meantime, can you just be happy that we're using our degree? like, daily and with the emphasis that we had in college obtaining said degree? can we? okay. thank you for that.

and enjoy Women + War.

evel