Oh, the bittersweet end...

Phantom is over. The best play I have ever been a part of... something I was there for through harsh weather and sickness, drama and... well, drama...

We all cried. It was a phenomenal experience, something I can never hope to duplicate, and already I miss it. Well, I guess this afternoon is set. I'll go to Swing, maybe. Then I'll come home already bored again, and maybe I'll call somebody. And then... well, what then? Nothing, I suppose. Nothing...