Date with Myself

Despite the smiles on my blog, I’ve been working myself to the bone. I’ve gotten a few hikes in, but my books sit unread and my Netflix unwatched as I work long hours and weekends. Tonight, though, I had tickets for Next to Normal, so I left my computer, enjoyed a pint at the Fox and Goose, and cried my eyes out at the theater. Jacket, Allen B. Blouse, Sans Souci. Shorts, Arizona (thrifted). Tights, We Love Colors. Shoes, Sole Obsession. Sunglasses, Girl props. Maybe I should have chosen a lighter show for my first night out, but crying about other peoples’ problems was certainly cathartic! (And at least I didn’t worry my date with my sobbing. Just the...