Ask Me What I Had For Breakfast

I have Snoopy’s cat monologue from You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown stuck in my head.

Why was I obsessed with musical theater as a kid? How am I still hooked? (but still less crazy about it.)

I can’t remember anything I’m supposed to, but I can sing all of the songs from Phantom of the Opera from memory and I have the entire scripts for Broadway Beauty and the Beast, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown, and Wicked completely memorized. But ask me what I had for breakfast.