The 8:00 p.m. show has ended and my hip sockets can't wait to get off this damn table.
Thanks for letting me write completely ridiculous reviews in the true, absurd spirit of all things 14/48.
I can confidently say that working under a PRECISE SYLLABLE DEMAND is Writer Hell. I don't know how Shakespeare did it.
The busy weekend comes to a close, the party comes to a start, and it's been swell.
See you next time, Seattle.
Let's get drunk.