Monday, February 4, 2013

Wishful thinking.

Sometimes when I'm on the bus home at night after a long shift, I like to pretend that I'm on my street and almost to my parents house, not my apartment. As a result, I get a little happy but then I take a look around and see exhausted cast members in themed costumes and I remember where I really am.

I'm not ungrateful for being here; just homesick.

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