Being Busy Can Make You Miss Out On All the Small Things in Life

Wow.

That's really all I can say about this summer. Obviously, from the lack of posts, you as a reader can surmise that I was:

A. Kidnapped by zombies and forced to make them pancakes.

B. In a coma all summer from a skydiving lesson gone wrong.

C. Really busy and exhausted (okay, and a bit too lazy to write.).

Okay, everyone knows the answer is of course C.

I was part of a play this summer; Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night." I played the role of Curio, servant to the Duke Orsino (who is, for all you ignorant readers, one of the play's main characters), and the Priest, who everyone knows is the Priest. Anyway, rehearsals went for like 4 million hours (or 4, whichever you choose) and by the time I got home I was really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really tired.

The play did go well though. I got a bunch of PR opportunities while in it (I wrote an article for Voices about it and made a video advertising it.)

The only really bad part was how much I missed out on doing with my family and friends. I made a lot of new friends, sure, but I wish I could get that time back.

Sigh. Where has all the summer gone?