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[05 Mar 2008|08:41am] |
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo.
Someone kept singing that at the theater and now I can't get it out of my head.
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[21 Feb 2008|01:03am] |
So, being forced into all sorts of weird costumes that a bunch of loveably insane women found at the theater? Not a completely terrible way to spend a Wednesday, as it turns out. It was actually kind of fun. Then they called me Sir Isaac Worcestershire Sauce the 47th, which was...just rather odd. Sometimes I forget how crazy eccentric they can be.
But then they started mock fighting and one of them broke a prop sword. On my leg. That part was less fun.
Clearly, we are all about professionalism. At least I'll never be able to say that work is boring?.
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