I just can't deal anymore. The world has gotten too crazy for me. I have lost my ability to tell when Forky's full of crap. The actual news is so strange that I have no idea what's actually true.

A few weeks ago, Forky and I are talking, and he starts yammering on about "swine flu." I think it's the funniest thing I've ever heard and proceed to nickname it 'baconitis.' I tell him that I have no idea what he's talking about, but it sounds delicious.

Later that day, I turn on the news and realize he wasn't full of crap at that particular moment.

Then tonight he calls me and starts talking about how the FDA was cracking down on Cheerio's. I again laugh and mock him before making a shocking confession: I've been freebasing Cheerio's for years. I can't be stopped. I'm a Cheerio fiend.

Minutes later, I again turn on the news only to be confronted by the truth of his story.

Can't. Do. It. Can't take it anymore. I couldn't make up swine flu or an FDA crackdown on Cheerio's. Reality is way too close to Forky's bullcrap.

Have I mentioned how a reputable theatre company violated their contract, lied to me repeatedly, committed fraud, cost us hundreds of thousands of dollars, threw my theatre into chaos, threatened to undo the past four years of work that I've been doing, and sullied my reputation with my audiences?

Yeah. So I've been a bit busy. I've been Twittering, but not blogging. I just haven't had the attention span for more. Now Beeki and I are getting ready to move to Nashville. No, we don't have jobs or a place to live. I don't even really know what I'm going to do. Meh. Details. Beeki graduates with her MFA this Saturday, on my 31st birthday. And on Monday, I start bootcamp to try to get in shape.

I'll probably have a lot more to say in coming days and weeks about getting ready to move and transitioning to Nashville. Hope you're all well.