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10 July I was so tired yesterday. I mean, like needing to go to sleep right that little minute tired! For every second of the day. You see, because I've had to leave work early every night this week, I had to get into work early every morning this week, which means that I had to get up early every morning this week. This does not, however, mean that I went to bed early every night this week. And yesterday it caught up with me. Big time.
So I staggered through the day, thinking that I couldn't wait to go to bed last night, but then remembering that Nik and I were going to meet at the bar after my show. Did I cancel? Of course not, but I was tired enough that I considered it!
The show went well. It was closing night. I told my actors afterwards that this was about the most trauma-free show that I have ever done! I mean, great script, a cast that worked hard and listened tome, but that I didn't have to tell every little thing to. It was nice and relaxing. I saw Le at the bar and he said that I was on break now (thank God!) but that the next thing I would direct would probably be something of his. Maybe Bubbling. Now, Bubbling is a wonderful show that I would love to direct (six characters, but they only every appear onstage in pairs, so it's easy to split up for rehearsal), but there is this great character in it that I have always wanted to play--this woman full of joi de vivre who tells a story about how she was gang-raped in high school. So I said to Le, "I'd really love to play Shirley sometime" and Le suggested that I could direct it, but Cynthia could direct my scene. Sounds great to me!
Anyway, Nik and I ended up staying for three hours and we talked about relationships we have witnessed (my favourite being Cynthia and Francis') and the nature of love and things and I'm really glad that I didn't go home and sleep. Or dye my hair. How dull that would have been! Of course, my hair would have been nice and bright for the wedding and I wouldn't have these giant grey/blonde roots, but it would have been a great loss, I think.
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