Counting With Lindsay.

One more rehearsal until opening. 

Two lovely boyfriends and a fantastic Pre-Valentine's Day. 

Three shows on the go. 

Four cups of coffee consumed today. 

Five minute calls given over the God mic make me smile. 

Six veggie nuggets in my belly. 

Seven days until my next day off. 

Eight unsharpened pencils in my kit. 

Nine cigarettes smoked. 

Ten Fabulous runs of King Lear to look forward to. 

Happy Valentine's Day My Loves!! 

Emo Thought of The Day.

You are like a chinook wind on a good hair day.
I love the way you feel, but you mess me up.

Technical Rehearsals.

Tick, tick, tick.
Time is passing.
I am standing still.
Too tired to be angry.
Too angry to be anything else.
I would like a mojito.
Instead I will settle for winter.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow...
We will do it all again.
Keep the coffee coming.

Blow Winds and Crack Your Cheeks.

It is tech week. This means for the next 7 days I will be considered certifiably insane.
I forgot to eat today until about 10:40p.m. when my stomach was growling so audibly I could no longer ignore it.
I spent the entire day thinking about King Lear and only King Lear.
I did not miss anyone.
I did not stress about the fact that while I am not eating poor Nora is also not eating.
I did not worry that you can no longer see my bedroom floor due to the ever growing pile of dirty laundry.
I got confused, I got frustrated, other people became frustrated with me, I yelled, I praised, I hugged, I was angry and I celebrated.
I love what I do.
I am getting paid nothing but I am working with some of the most inspiring, creative, talented and beautiful people I have ever met.
Theatre will probably get in the way of every relationship I try to form.
My friends will be convinced I have abandoned them, my partners will think that I love my work more than them, and my pets will think that I care very little about their well being.
At some point all of these thoughts will be true.
I love what I do. The theatre is my one true love.
Theatre is my sadistic mistress.

Horn Rimmed Glasses.

Today I wore a plaid button up shirt and a cardigan. I felt like a hipster lesbian.
I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. It messes with me when I feel attracted to myself.
That being said I would date myself. Except I talk too much.

On a side note. I LOVE KING LEAR.

milk.

Growing up is kind of funny. Does it happen really quickly?  or so slowly you don't notice it? Like a frog in a pot.

I think I grew up.

I can't be certain though. Maybe I am just pretending to be grown up. What I've been doing lately does feel eerily similar to childhood role playing. Perhaps that is what growing up is. Maybe that is why we do it as children. To practice for "real life"

I am pretending to be grown up.

You just play house until you move out... then you just play house in your house. It is like having a really expensive toy.

I'm not really sure. I suppose it doesn't even matter.

The point is that I feel grown up. And I also feel like a liar.

Insomnia.

Awake.
Stuck again, lost again, scared again.
Breathe.
Art, Work, God...
Brain runs, body squirms, heart pumps.
One TWO three... One TWO three...
One Two.

Silence.

Awake.... again.