Last night in class, we ended with a short video performance by the Reduced Shakespeare Company.  Three men doing Hamlet in ten minutes was sight to behold–and, quite honestly, the funniest thing I’ve seen since Nate wearing a dress.

And it made me…homesick in an undefinable way.  It was not quite improv, not quite scripted, just very, very funny. I found myself longing for stage, yet once I thought about it more, I found myself wanting to be touring again.  This on-stage-twice-a-year-for-three-shows is great and wonderful and I’m so glad to be there, but…but I realized my heart is longing to go on the road. 

And when I really pin it down, my heart is telling me that I love the short comedy. I love just the small three-four person group, in your face, doing what we do best because it’s who we are.

Except my heart is also telling me that my place, for the time being, is the incredibly boring town of Bath, where you could not find a creative person if you brought in the FBI.

Sigh.

How is it possible to want so much out of life, and to be completely unable to get it?  Also, Chris Stanley just walked past me.

Now that’s disturbing.

Addendum:

Butch, go away.  I’m very sorry you don’t like the title of my xanga, but that’s just life, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.   I have no intention of changing any more of my life to satisfy anyone else’s whims, and I like my name, and my title, and everything else about myself, so why don’t you just go back home and build more peace parks or whatever it is that you people run around doing?

So there.

Signed: Sara, who is in a bad mood because her back hurts, her eye is starting an infection, and creepy people are emailing her creepy messages, and she wishes they would all just go away.