Things are good. I delivered my note to Anastasia yesterday, and I dare say that it well over pretty bloody well. She's happy, and that makes me happy. Auditions were yesterday, as well, and while they didn't go perfectly, I can't say that I'm really disappointed. I know that not everybody (myself included) got their first choice of parts, but Fabio has much more experience than I do at being gay, and I'll be damned if I don't have fun playing Mookie!
Talking (texting) with Anastasia has become something of a nightly ritual. I look forward to speaking with her every evening, and it feels even better now that there's even more transparency between us. I can't think of many better ways to spend a night at home than staying up late and talking about whatever until we fall asleep.
So, yeah. I'm pretty pleased with my existence right about now. If my state of being was represented by a metaphorical woodsman, he'd be doing a fun little jig all around his imaginary homestead. And all of this mental dancing can mean only one thing: Life's good.
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