We enter the last week of our first year of school tomorrow. We have our final public showings on Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday we pot luck and drink and dance and make crazy theatre merry. 

If you’re in Philly, you should come.

Key to my training this go-round has been accepting the fact that what with working full time and going to physical theatre school full time, some days it was more important to skip my run than to go on it. Training this time has been a lot harder than for the last two. Tired legs. Tired body. No fucking time. So I’ve tried hard this time to be good to my body—lots of yoga and massages and hot hot hot epsom salt baths. 

The other key to my training this time was that I gave up the sauce. I’m not quite sure how I’ve stayed sane over the past 7 weeks. Honestly, the main driver for me tomorrow will be the free drink I get at the finish line.

So send me some good vibes tomorrow at 7 am. And know that by 10 am I will be wasted off half a beer.

In case you were wondering what I’ve been up to lately.

Clown college how I’ve missed you!!!!

Today we played Christmas music for six hours and decorated our house. We made ornaments for our tiny tree out of buttons and magazine cut-outs. We made wreaths out of newspaper and made garlands of popcorn. We strung lights in our doorways and hung tinsel on the banister. We drank warm apple cider with cinnamon and bourbon.

Tomorrow in school we will play jump rope and analyze crumpled paper. We will have a magician as a guest speaker. Our house-crush will come over for dinner. We will give him a stocking and make dioramas. We will have a wonderful, wonderful life.