At what point in life do you realize that if you were to audition for the staring role in your own biography, there are people that would not even let you in the casting director's office?
Lately, I find myself feeling very Groundhog Day. Not in a desperate 'kill me I can't do this anymore' sort of way, nor a 'well, lets make the best of things and learn how to play piano' sort of way either.