Sunset Blvd.

Last night, I even dreamed about the new Sunset Boulevard, which probably says a lot about where my head is at. I was listening to it on the drive home, and, as usual, my brain went into overdrive making unnecessary but very dramatic connections to my own life. I do this with everything—TV shows, movies, musicals. It’s like my own personal therapy, but with more show tunes. And, of course, Sunset Boulevard had me feeling very Norma Desmond—she had it all, lost it, and now lives in this delusional fantasy that she’s still the greatest star of all, that she’ll make her long-awaited return, that her whole sad life is just one big movie. Been there. And honestly, considering how much time I’ve been spending at home lately, I might as well be a recluse in my own mansion, dramatically descending the staircase in full glam for absolutely no one. It’s honestly unsettling when a musical makes you question your entire existence, but here we are. Maybe next time I should just listen to Mamma Mia! and call it a day.

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