"We can be s...
"We can be sad. We're good at that."--Nick (to Kellie)

Diseased
My brother is sick. Anna is sick. It's probably only a matter of time before I catch their fever/sore throat/nausea bug - but I really can't get sick right now! My birthday is less than a week away! I have big celebration plans. People I care about and haven't seen in a long time are coming in from out of town to drink with me! I can already feel my glands swelling. What can I do to not get sick? Wear a surgical mask around my house? Chew down enough vitamin C to choke a camel? I usually don't get too worked up about getting sick, but this is the worst timing ever. Give me advice.Assuming that I manage to avoid becoming ill, maybe I'll see some of you at the Rocky Horror Picture

The Calendar Filled Itself
Things are getting busy. This is a good thing. I have a podcast of short plays and long monologues that you can listen to if you're into that kind of thing. I'm having fun being a WHRW apprentice. Reserved and The Theatre Audition Book should be coming out any day now. The performance of Erosion is coming up fast - October 24. Rehearsals are starting for Noises Off. My sleep schedule has gone completely off the rails, and I need to correct that. The stack of books I need to read just keeps growing and growing, out of control.

Falling Short
Today I've been thinking about goals and accomplishments. I'm familiar with the concept, the idea, that when you accomplish something, you're supposed to feel good about it, and feel better about yourself. You're supposed to say, "Yay me" and mean it. I guess my question is: How? How does that work? How can I take pride in the things I do? How can I be satisfied, and congratulate myself? I'm often proud of other people, and happy when they accomplish things. But when I do something, there's something in me that rationalizes away all the joy. I just feel like, no matter what I do, it doesn't matter. It's not enough. In some ways, that could be a good thing - it should moti

Preparation
Have I mentioned lately that Noises Off is a really long, really complicated, really big, really, really complicated show? It's also really funny. But because I'm in the planning stages, and not the fun rehearsal part of directing, I'm not noticing the funny as much as the panic-attack-inspiring complications. I'm sure I'll feel 1,000 times better after the show has been cast. Once we start rehearsing, I'm sure it will all come together. But all this prep work is torture.Tallulah's skin condition is coming back, so I had to give her a medicated bath today. You can imagine how she responded to that. Her desperate yowling is amusing, but I also pity her. That's probably how