...Thursday I Don't Care About You...

SO THIS WEEK HAS BEEN VERY HECTIC, but I am completely almost loving it. It's the hectic before the calm before the storm...if that makes sense. How do I explain? I've been doing a lot of organizing. It's like cleaning the house before the party, which will follow with LOTS more cleaning. It's like what's the point?? Well first of all you don't want your guest to think you're a slob. You want the guest to stick around a little bit. Have a few drinks. Eat some "Hors d'oeuvres". Laugh at your jokes. Support your cause. Give you their money...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I know I keep talking about it. I'm sure you're sick of reading about it. Maybe you didn't even read about it. Maybe you skimmed or passed over it. I'm trying ever so hard not to be offended right now. I'm kidding. No I'm not. Anyhow, this is something that is really important to me, and it's absolutely necessary that I share it with the world. THIS IS MY LIFE. The only thing I've ever wanted to do was think and write. Well I'm writing now, and I'm sort of thinking about it so...

But no seriously. In all seriousness. This is my passion. Writing is like breathing. Without writing I'd probably shrivel up into a heap of eternal suffering. I would show a picture of what that probably looks like, but I don't think you want to see it.

...And now that I think of it, why am I making excuses for sharing what I love? There is no shame in that. This campaign on Indie Go Get some Guapos (I thought that meant money but then I looked it up and I was so wrong. I need to not try to speak Spanish ever again) is so, so, SO important to me! This campaign will for sure help lead me down the path of yellow bricks to make my dreams come true. I think I see the Emerald City on the horizon. But maybe that's just toxic fumes.

I don't think it's that much of a nuisance to fill feeds with my new project. It probably is. My God I'm despicable. Maybe if I had a British accent you'd be more apt to loving it though. Currently buying my airfare ticket. PSYCH. It's really late at night. I should never be allowed to write, much less publish, a blog post at this ungodly hour of the night. Who's going to stop me?

I have 43 minutes to finish writing this. I can do it. I can't even remember what my "topic" was, but I CAN DO THIS.

I think it was mainly that I had The Cure's song stuck in my head, and I decided to write a blog post titled that, God knows why, as I'm trying to organize this majorly cool project.

"Cinder-hella the New Play"!!! Please share the good news to the world. I like saying that, because it makes it feel like a baby Jesus is being born, when in all reality it's just me over dramatizing my own brilliance. Did I just call myself brilliant? I'm so sorry. Does that offend you? I sure hope it did.

I have the feeling I'm going to look at this tomorrow morning and seriously consider deleting it. But I probably won't. I know myself so well.

Thursday, I don't really care about you. I'm talking to the day Thursday. I don't really care much for it today. Maybe next week it'll do better.

Maybe tomorrow I'll do better.

Okay, goodnight/good afternoon/good evening/good morning my wonderful friends.
May the...7th be with you.
May your garden produce pretty daisy weeds.
May your life be filled with worn-out-welcomed visitors.
May your dreams be blessed with awkward high school memories.
May you look at my new project, and love the heck out of it.

You pick.
I'll help you out by placing this link ever so conveniently here: https://www.facebook.com/cinderhellathenewplay
...and another one here: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/cinder-hella-the-new-play

I'm about to fatefully publish this without reviewing only to be filled with remorse in the wee small hours of the morning.