Jin tian wo qi lai de shi hou, wo de xin qin te bie hao. If you don't know what that means, welllll....as the great Dr. Cox would say, how many different ways can I express that I just don't give a damn!
Yesterday I was in a strange mood, all crazy paranoid. As I got ready for my play last night, which by the way, was a very fun play titled Beaux's Strategem by George Farquhar and adapted by Thornton Wilder, I wondered with a melancholic air whether or not I would meet with a tragic death on my way to the play, since I was going off to our national's Capital at the ungodly hour of 8 PM at night. Maybe it was the book Norwegian Wood that got me too caught up in thoughts of death and tragic demises, although in that book, none of the deaths were by any means accidental.
So today, I woke up a different animal altogether. I feel like sunlight has entered my soul again and that I can face the world without fear. So long as the sun's up I guess. In celebration of my fabulous mood, I splattered on some shade of pink from a gloss I purchased most triumphantly from The Body Shop just two days ago. I thought it looked passable in the yellow hue of my bathroom lighting, but when I got into my car and checked it again against the bright morning sun, egads! My lips have mutagenized into that horrid entity otherwise known as BUBBLEGUM colour. Terrible, it not just offended my aesthetic senses, it absolutely clobbered my aesthetic senses unconscious. But even an utterly hideous shade of lip gloss couldn't cap my good mood today and so here I am, gabbling at length.
Last night's play was a delicious surprise. I got a call at about 5 PM asking me if I wanted to go see a play. It was so last minute and though I don't readily admit it, I am a person who likes to make plans. But then again, I checked my social calendar and found to my surprise that I had a free evening so I agreed most agreeably to attend.
The play was a raunchy and absolutely ridiculous romp. Rogues, tramps, highwaymen, and drunks ran amok. The most fun of all would have to be the married Mrs. Sullen who has a first rate wit and a very droll accent. She says "my dear" like "mai diyaaaaa." She is unhappily chained to another carcass in unholy matrimony as they put it and eventually is won over by the dashing imposter and money hunter who of course falls in love with her. The whole thing ends well for everyone, as befitting a comedy. Add to the mix a fat old lady whose sole dream in life is to amputate people's limbs, and you've got a strange but lively combo indeed.
Anyway, forecast ahead, four glorious days of nothing to do, Tuesday being a day of mourning for President Ford, as decreed by Bush. How could this soul not be happy?
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