Because Misery Loves Company

by emily

YOU GUYS!  How was everyone’s holiday time?  Are you all still off work?  I feel like nobody is at work right now.  I, on the other hand, have to finish a draft of this crazy circus play I’m writing by Sunday, which, it should be noted, is the worst deadline ever.  Seems like a logical time to have a deadline, January 1st.  But don’t do it.  It’s a bad idea.

There are some other things going on as well!  I have to memorize my lines for the One Minute Play Festival and I have to finish reading my packets of ten-minute plays for the Boston Theatre Marathon.  Things are busy over here.  Which is to say, sorry for not posting as frequently lately.  I’ll get better next week!  Or definitely by February.

But listen.  The real reason I’m posting today is to share something amazing with you.  A picture of me when I was probably nine years old?  Maybe ten?  It’s horrible:

AHH!  Isn’t it horrible?  It’s so horrible.

But whatever.  We all have awkward periods.  Mine was from age eight to about… age sixteen.  It was a long awkward period.  But it did end!  And now I know enough  not to wear George Costanza glasses and sleeveless polo shirts.  NOBODY WEAR SLEEVELESS POLO SHIRTS, SERIOUSLY.  It’s not a good idea!

Do you guys have horrible photos of yourselves from your childhood?!  Do you know how to post them in the comments?  Because if you can figure that out, and I understand it will be tricky because I don’t even know how to post photos in the comments, but if you know how, you should post your worst childhood picture because, like I said, misery loves company.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, SAD NINE-YEAR-OLD SELF!