Blurry. Blinking. I know all the lines and how to react, but infront of those lights, with so much depending I can't. I think faster than I talk, oddly, good for recovering and thinking on my feet, terrible when I think about the end of the play and skip ahead.
Ascot, shoes, Icabod, mint julep, another fucking hat. I want to sew my shirt, sore fingers, maybe I'll just cut it.
It's very good and my best friends are coming, Kenny said he could never do it without me, we will be amazing. I hope.

I flipped Molly off today. No one else caught it. Just like last time.




"Who's that British girl walking down the street?
It's Ashley! It's Ashley!"

ash @ 7:50 PM