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I Have Been A Waitress, And I Was A Damn Fine Waitress Too, Let Me Tell You.

There Are No Explanations, There Are No Answers.

At A Certain Age, Death Becomes Familiar To You-or A Loss Becomes Familiar-the Tragedies That Are More Commonplace In Life.

Sometimes The Odds Are Against You-the Director Doesn't Know What The Hell He's Doing, Or Something Falls Apart In The Production, Or You're Working With An Actor Who's Just Unbearable.

When I Am Home For Like A Two-year Stretch, I Get Antsy, Because I Want To Work.