The show must go on, and man am I lonely

So Sadimac is stage managing a show that opens this Friday. It's called Star of Hope, and it seems to incorperate bulima, chidbirth, cheese head hats, guns, and a buch of stuff from our house. It's running for about a month at the Back Door Theatre behind the Common Grounds Coffee Shop on Hawthorne (I'll post show times later).



Now that I've shamelessly plugged the show, I have to say, I miss my girlfriend. She's working at the theatre most every night, and when she is home, she spends most of her time working on the show. Conversation about anything but the show has become sparse, and while she's still her same sweet self, the preoccupation has left me feeling a bit lonely.

I know that when the show opens, we'll have more time. I just need to wait it out, that's all.