or when pizza heals the soul.
the long act 1 gave way to a pizza dinner before continuing with our ever longer rehearsal. sitting in the corner of the foyer with my talented cast, consuming cheese and meat and bread and sauce, was the most happily bland i have felt in a while.
there is something left to be said about happy blandness. but sleep waits for me not.
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Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
