bored in the barrel

Heading out in december for a few days and nights for “research” for The Misanthrope, which we’re setting in …. you guessed it… Vegas.
I might even get myself remarried by Elvis… just for the sweet, sweet cheese factor. YUM.
Now, to find a way to get all my shit into only carry-ons….

Shannon’s cancer is back, my mom was nice enough to tell me by text message in the middle of class with no other information. Some things are too important to be treated as urgent, as Otto said, but I doubt my mom understands that. *sigh*
More information digging elsewhere reveals that they don’t know [...]

I gots me some zapatos nuevos de moda… 2 pair actually, and they are darned fucking cute. I’m not sure which pair I’ll wear tomorrow, but either way I’ll be frickin HOT.
In other news, Aoife’s dirty bulk continues this past week as her consumption level has gone up a notch [...]

Only 2 more shows left. Tired I is, I want my evenings back. They’re going well, even with very low audience turnout and one actor sick.
Someone apparently wrote a nasty letter about how bad the show was and how many places they’ve seen Chekov (literally, a paragraph listing all the places they’ve seen [...]

Of course we’re not good enough yet, but tomorrow is opening night, tonite being final dress and preview to people who want to see.
I’m just waiting to be over and therefore can be home at night again. *Sigh *

Coming close to hating this play. Disliking the near constant headaches, the lack of sleep, the inability to do anything else but.
Passive aggressive bitchy actress getting on my nerves.
Generally, I don’t know that I’d do this again.
It’s just apparently too much fucking ego bullshit if you don’t already know everything that you’re doing.
Plus, apparently, [...]