Thommie Walsh died.
I prepared for an audition like never before. Down to the wire. Last day. Didn't book. So I dated the director instead. For a while.
Wrote the most romantic "I miss you" letter of my life.
Visited a few of my dear friends in London.
I learned to tap dance. I LOVE TO TAP DANCE.
Long career dryspell. Oy.
Went to Beijing to perform. Trippy trippy trippy.
Learned that utter despair and utter joy look very similar on me.
OBAMA!
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