clouds languidly cover the blue sky, shielding us from it.
the weatherman says that we're doomed to the weather this weekend.
snow.
rain.
nefarious wet and cold that seeps into our flesh and chills our bones with delightful mischieviousness.
it won't be long now.
a day.
maybe two.
thanksgiving, i hope, has found all of you in good spirits.
gathered together with friends our family.
tom and i went to another aquaintance of mine's house and dined with him, and a friend and his family.
it was very satisfactory.
we chatted, my buddy jeff played a game with his son, we all watched charlie and the chocolate factory, which i had not yet seen.
it was all well and good.
tom was tuckered out, mainly because he hadn't had the common sense to go to bed the night before.
after dropping him off at home, i went home and bided my time with cooking food for today (tonight i suppose, as i didn't actually bring any food with me here to work).
and reading various useless, yet interesting facts off the internet (i now know more about jack kerouac, allen ginsberg, and neil cassidy than i'd ever hoped too).
erica, please relay to your friend mr. lorenz how absolutely stunning that self portrait is.
i'm awed by it. it's the most real and human thing i've seen in a long while.
thank you for sharing it, and thank your mr. lorenz from me for sharing it.
so what?
so what did you do with your day off, the day of thanksgiving?
once upon a time in the morgan.
part one down.
the first half of tech rehearsal that is.
tonight we do part two.
i don't know what went on for most of tech, i'm not on stage much, but i do know the first half of the show took 3 hours and 45 minutes to tech.
which all in all is somewhat surprising, i was expecting a much longer tech time.
the second half sees me going on stage not until the last half hour of ths how.
so tonight should be relatively boring until then.
then i fight, die, and lie in the middle of the stage for 15 minutes while macbeth fights both old and young siward, macduff, and malcolm takes the stage as the king.
yes, it's good to be a dead body.
so i've decided to audition for the lyric this summer.
i've weighed the decision carefully, and now i need to find a two suitable monologues, and to my dismay, a suitable song to audition with.
i've got three weeks to prepare, one week to turn in the application.
the overall factor prompting me to audition is the fact they are producing noises off this summer.
i'd like to do that show.
no more reason than that, well that and i enjoy acting.
my chances, are i feel, fairly slim.
but what the hell right, if you're going to swim you have to get wet.
speaking of getting wet... well nevermind that one.
it's strange, even though i have to work a majority of the week (save thursday and sunday) it feels like i have a week off.
i'm all at once estatic and at a loss.
i've had nights off here and there, partial nights off here and there.
but for the most part i've been occupied with rehearsals everyday of the week since the first part of september.
i'll go stir crazy.
can't imagine what the christmas holiday will do.
fortunantly i have reading, games, and memorization to keep me occupied through both stints.
not too mention movies.
so with all of that...
i hope you all have a good thanksgiving (assuming i don't get back to post again before thursday) and that your bellies are full.
