I have come to the conclusion that either I have aged significantly or I am living in a time vortex.
I am not old. In the grand scheme of life, I’m still pretty young. So the vortex is the easiest solution.
I believe the vortex might have been caused by tour. Wake up, get on a bus, try and sleep on the bus, get off the bus, forage for food, go to the theatre, try and figure out the shortest way to the stage, do the show, get back on the bus, go to sleep.
Shockingly enough, I feel like the show is the easiest part of that routine. (Seriously though. There are some venues with so many stairs between the stage and the dressing rooms, I’d almost prefer to be a naked Ozian than go all the way back up to get a new costume on. Getting arrested for public indecency is a great motivator for climbing the mountain of stairs to get a new costume on.)
But why, you might ask, are you suddenly so concerned with the time vortex that is tour sucking away your days and weeks? (more…)