I have diagnosed myself with adult onset ADD. Perhaps I am its poster child. All I know is the overwhelming number of thoughts not directed towards work this week have surpassed those in every other facet of my life. Maybe I need a pill.
I truly, honest to God, think about this blog in my car, throughout the day, and whenever I am not thinking of anything else. However, my execution and writing lately has been near impossible. I could be sitting on my couch (um, like tonight) for several hours, and suddenly realize, Oh crap! I could be writing my blog! I should be writing my blog! But between thinking about what to make for dinner, the answers to Jeopardy!, and whether I remembered to leave tomorrow’s sub plans out on my desk, suddenly I look up and it’s ELEVEN O’CLOCK.
This week, for whatever reason, was filled with painful and wonderful and awkward memories of musical theater. From watching it, to trying out for it, to being rejected from it, to starring in it. And lo and behold, as the MWOAS Gods tend to provide, Les Mis is song numero dos on this list tonight. I unlike MOST of the world have not seen the movie that just came out. Perhaps this is emotional preservation (and I really can’t stand Anne Hathaway or Hugh Jackman). I had seen musicals before Les Mis, specifically with my Grandmother (who also, so it happens, has been frequently on my mind this week), but Les Mis changed my life.
When I was in middle school, my parents were fortunate enough to see Les Mis on Broadway, and brought my brothers and I back the cassette. When I tell you all three of us have every breath, pause, and scratch in that tape memorized, I don’t joke. Hearing Continue reading