So here’s a first: think I put the wrong contact in my right eye…cuz everything’s been blurry and off all day. And it’s more than just a little annoying. At this point in my paper working day, it’s given me a headache and made me nauseous.
…So now I’m taking my “lunch, ” pacing the office while winking through one eye so I can type this without vomiting.
(…she said, with hope.)
It hasn’t been a great Monday.
…But I’ve had worse.
(…this is me: being positive .)
Oh, hey, and while we’re on that subject: didn’t get the show, but did book a paid stage read in Feb. So…that’s like getting the vaccination shot and feeling only nominally like shit, versus not getting the shot at all and wasting away without aide.
… I still feel diseased, but with the “good drugs,” so I don’t notice it as much at the moment.
…Which is helpful.
…What isn’t so helpful is the pacing and writing with only one eye. Things are getting squidgy.
Shut it down, dude.
But first: if you haven’t yet — see Bright Lights, and find whole sadness of joys. And also: add to your life-list for someone to creative-crush on you as eloquently as Viola Davis does on Meryl Streep. And also: try to be more like Meryl Streep…just like you know: in general.
Over-and-out.
~D