*bounce*
God, swimming felt good. I just...attacked the water. I felt like a shark. Lots of times I get really sluggish when swimming, but today it just felt SO GOOD. I'd forgotten why I love to swim. I guess I had lots of pent-up frustration and sadness that needed attacking. Endorphins are happy.
Raul WILL win a Tony one day. He will. Or I'll..I'll...kick something.
I've watched those Tony's more times than is probably legally sane. That was in my crazy Wicked phase. But it was a really good year. Better than 2005.
"Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. Want something. Want something."
Wishes come true, not free.