I can take a regular twenty minute nap if I started six minutes ago.

1. At dinner we decided that my filter must've expired with my twenties, as it hasn't been in effect since Wednesday*. It's probably the lengthy sugar rush.

2. All I want to do right now is spin around in my Tony dress at home. Naturally, I'm still at the theater and will be for another two hours.




(*This is only sort of true. When I start telling actors exactly what I'm thinking at any given moment, then we'll know that I have no more filter.)