Opening Night

Last night I set a personal record for coming home late. Then this afternoon faced an inquisition from my dad. But it was definitely worth it.

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My entire right leg is sore, and I have a splotchy purple bruise on my knee from I don't know what. Plus, my dad is clearly not happy about how late I got home last night. Just before they left, my dad came up and yelled, "If you go out tonight, don't stay out so late!" and then walked away. This, combined with the fact that he made flight reservations for me to go back to Portland and therefore decided when I'm going and when I'm coming back for me makes me pretty unhappy. Damn it, I want to be at the theater, my safe place, now.