Back to hitting lines again.
Didn’t I just finish that?
…Also, I’ve lost my recorder. I mean “lost” lost it…as in I’ve torn apart my house, my office, the car and every bag I own. No-go. So somewhere, there’s a load of digital files on a thingy, spouting Shakespeare. I hope whoever finds it at least gains some culture along the way.
…Meanwhile, I’ve had to go back to the “old fashioned” way of doing these things, by typing out all m’damn cues long-hand, and reading and reciting while pacing back and forth, in one-sided cursings, like a turrets victim. At some point, when I have extra funds, I’ll reinvest in a recorder again. But for now, it’s just not on the list of things I need to take care of: like power bills and car payments and keeping my cell phone in working order.
So far, so good.
…Am off book with Act 2, and half of Act 3 (though not the break-down part.) Haven’t even touched Act 1…but that’s fine, as we haven’t blocked it yet, and review this weekend is on the junk I’m currently working on.
…Am looking forward the most, (at the moment), to meeting my “Aunt Lilly”…an acting partner I’ll be depending hugely on in scene-sharing. Have seen her work before in one other show, and she comes highly recommended as good people to play with, by people in the know. So, though she is off busily Directing and Opening “Annie” this week, I am not really nervous that our time-clock is ticking by, with nary a scene to show for it. I’m only anxious to play for “playing” sake. And by the end, I’ll prob’ly be buying her gross amounts of alcohol to make up for all the intense amounts of verbal abuse I’ll be spewing at her, ‘tween now and February.
…Scripted abuse, that is. Let’s just make that perfectly clear.
In Other News: I’m running out of cold meds again, and have blown through about six boxes of kleenex in the past week-and-a-half. At least today was a slow one at the Brothel…
Inventory.
…This means we are frozen and can’t move any of our product via paper or digital print until they unseal us. Which worked out just fine for me. I spent the day building a teaser trailer for the show (currently in bumper edits now), blowing my nose, and drinking a pot and a half of coffee. My head was buzzing with an uber headache by the end there…one part due to staring so intensely at the editing software screen, and the other half from too much caffeine.
Home now, to clean some more.
My house is disgusting.
…Not on the surface, but a layer down. It’s creeping me out. But I keep running out of energy and have to rest ‘tween every chore. And don’t even get me started about cleaning-solution vapors.
Basically, this cold is making me a total slob.
…I know I won’t feel like shit, forever. A part of me realizes that this will eventually pass. And I have been rather busy, what with a job and working on two shows at the same time and all. But that doesn’t stop the fact that I still need to strip and change all my bedding, and hang the clean clothes sitting in the bag, (prob’ly now all germed up again), and put the dishes away, and sweep and mop, and Clorox-bomb the bathroom, and–
—Oh fuck it.
What if I at least hang my clothes and put on some new pillowcases? Will that work for now?
…We’ll say, “That works for now.”
…Then onto more lines…
…And at some point: maybe some dinner.
I feel a bowl of Cheerios comin’ on.
~D
