1. Late night contemplations:

    • I’m imagining the conversation I am going to have with my children when they get around 16. It is going to be very similar to a talk that Christine Kavanagh gave to us at rehearsal one day.. “Just remember, no matter what you do, I have partied harder than you ever will.”
    • I thought about how funny/ridiculous/great a “#noregrets” tattoo would be. Then I thought about how funny it would be to get it as a tramp stamp. Then I imagined myself having a little too much to drink one night, getting it, and then waking up the next morning regretting it. That, my friends, would be the definition of irony. 

    I fell asleep at 8pm and now am up and can’t go back to sleep. My mind is going crazy with the strangest thoughts.