I was just watching a preview of tonight’s episode of Smash – one where Bernadette Peters sings Everything’s Coming Up Roses from Gypsy – and I came to a realization. The essential tragedy of my life is that I want to be Bernadette Peters (or Loretta Devine) when I grow up and I am just not fabulous enough to pull it off. *sigh*
I have also realized that perhaps the inspiration behind all of the posts I have been writing today has less to do with how fascinating my life is and is more a reflection of how desperately I am trying to avoid working on an assignment that I strongly suspect is trying to kill me. Usually, I am fairly good at writing papers and don’t get too anxious about it but for some reason, this assignment has been a horrific experience. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that it will all be over tomorrow, for better or for worse.