...sort of. More like, "I can't do this anymore! Send help!" message.
Moving takes a lot out of a person! Even if they are hiring movers for the first time in their life! Whoo boy. Nothing like putting every object you've ever acquired into boxes and spending a solid 60% of your savings in one month to make a person want to crawl into a hole of take-out and never come out.
Another perhaps not great life-decision we made was jam-packing our schedule this month and next, so there's also no time to pack and come to terms with the fact that we're leaving Manhattan, probably forever. So now I'm worried about mortality, too. And also if I can possibly fit in this awesome MoCADA benefit alongside all the other ridiculous and ridiculously fun obligations I've given myself this week.
Anyway, this is to say that I'm sorry I've already totally failed at The Great Shakespeare Project and that my Mexico recaps still aren't up (and neither are the Florida recaps from 6 months ago). Probably I'm not going to magically start succeeding now. But maybe next week, when we're safe and sound in our new Brooklyn loft, I'll get back on track. See you on the flip side, friends. And in the meantime, this is pretty rad (though easier to read on the original site):