Regard me: I expire

Well...we have a show. And it's dem' fyine.

Mood: Ought to be more sleepy
Music: Darling Spanish Rose on repeat in the brain, along with various FULL orchestrations of various songs and song bits.
Thought: Thought? What thought? The play's been going on my brain morning, night and noon (which prompts the thought that proves the rule, why do we put NOON at the end of that? I mean, it's out of order...but it does sound better. Weird).
Submission is: No plays for Emily this summer. Sigh. Not even to be in. Sigh. But familial units are right, and so I'll keep my sighs to myself.
FWAH is: King of Fools! FWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!