Yeah, I'm going to bed soon.
It's a combination of other stuff and that, insomniak. I know it's *just* a show, and in the grand scheme of things not too important, but it's finally hitting me that I only have six weeks left with my favorite musical. It's making me really sad, and I'm also really sad that my "big day" is over. It was wonderful, but you know how it is... you wait and wait and wait and then it's just over. I remember hearing the opening of "Written in the Stars" and being like "What? It's already almost done?" and feeling really sad. Ok, I'll stop bringing y'all down.
A work of art is an invitation to love.