So Anyway

So hey there. So Next to Normal is closing on Broadway, and after my soul goes through apoptosis and eventual therapy, I'll be back on track and waiting for the tour to come to Hartford. Which is in April. Bitches.

SO Christmas is among us. I can just smell the gingerbread, taste the seven types of fishes (O the benefits / Of being Italian), and hear the INFURIATINGLY NAGGING indie tunes that attempt to sound like public domain "holiday" (not Christmas, Heaven forbid) jingles (i.e. BUY THE NEW TOYOTA CAMRY "FROSSSHHHTAAYYYY THE SNOOWWWMANNNN" hey guiz I'm Sara Bareilles and this is my friend Florence and her Machine and we're teaming up with this Jamaican-Belgian wood blockist to make a cool new song about the fabric of our lives during the HOLIDAY season which is nowww DAHMMCCHH DAHMMCCHH DOODLE DAHMMCCHH.)

Sorry...that went a bit too far.

But so does the media at this time of year! I mean, it's good that we've probably just gotten over releasing the new holiday movies into theaters (can't release them after December begins, no sir)...but the television universe just explodes the warmness we feel with each carol and noise the scissors make against brand new PTA wrapping paper to an extreme until we're left with an amorphous orgy of ChrismaHanuKwanzaaKah and a Happy New Year that's as misshapen and unappetizing as Aunt Lenore's fruitcake. Like, give it a rest, commercials.

Also on my mind is how cool Jewish people are.

Well, that's all for today, fooolks. SOLIKEBYE

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