17:21: i asked my cat if i could give her a second name. don't laugh! really, i asked. i asked if i could add malky to her name. she meowed. i asked if she was really ok with it. she meowed. i asked if i could call her elphie. she looked away and attempted to jump off my lap. fitzgerld malky it is, then.
i am just a little past the first half of wicked. it's very, very, very different from the musical. so different that it wouldn't be fair to compare one with the other. i'm loving it, though. wicked, indeed. at times witty, at times downright funny, a tad morbid, mostly thought-provoking. baby elphie is oddly adorable. or adorably odd. it works both ways.
"However in the world did her skin come green?" Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breathe again.
probably the only time elphaba ever made a move to conform to anything.
bah. i've been distracted long enough. back to reading!
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