My Cardboard Balcony

It has been a very, very rough few weeks for me anxiety-wise. I don't want to go over why I have said anxiety. I don't want to rehash or dwell. I don't want to do anything that can remotely cause my worries to flare up again. Instead, I plan to stay in bed for most of tomorrow, watching TV shows with my lady love before I have to go to work. Because I'm an adult and I have that right. Much love, my handful of readers. Have a great night and a great weekend.

NOTE: This is the fourth full-act play I ever wrote, at the age of nineteen. While I cannot specifically remember when it was finished, I am going to hazard a guess that I was done with this play by the summer and began writing my fifth full-act play in the winter of 2010 while studying abroad in Ireland. This is Act I of the play. Enjoy. Can't Hurry Love: A Play In Three Acts by Belinda Roddie CAST (in order of appearance) SAMANTHA “SAM” MELICK, a lesbian novelist ANDRE GRIFFIN, a bartender-turned actor AMELIA MELICK, an actress and Sam’s older sister LESLEY EVERARD, a questioning English university student MRS. MELICK, Sam and Amelia’s mother MR. MELICK, Sam and Amelia’s father SIMON HART, Lesley’s boyfriend SETTING A Pub in Yorkshire, England WRITER’S NOTE: All stage directions and emotions listed in this script are open for suggestion. Altering them should not decrease the caliber of the play, but they should serve as guidelines for the director and

My question is, why is optimism a "silver lining" in the cloud? What happened to gold? Is optimism not good enough for gold? Gold lining seems to imply a higher value, if you ask me. Or how about a platinum lining? See, here's the thing about silver - it tarnishes and needs to be cleaned repeatedly. If optimism tarnishes so easily, then what's the point of the lining at all?