What? Not Good Enough For You?
Now c'mon guys. I posted my last post a few days ago and I didn't get any comments. That's rather new for me. I'm not a fan. I guess it just wasn't interesting enough, or I guess that all of us spend pretty much every waking hour with each other now a days so we don't really need to comment all that much on each other's blogs. Yeah, that could be true. But drop me a line, or a dime, or both and tell me how you are.
Go Wild Honey-ians for being so well off book on the first run through. Today was a bit harder but that's because we're focusing on the blocking now so we'll all get thrown. Yeah 10 days until we perform. 10. Oy vey.
Clay is finally home. What a crazy assed drunken Saturday THAT was. Dee thank you so much for being the best "Dee Dee" (if you will) and for taking us all safely home. Holy crap I haven't been drunk like that for a while. Happy 18th Pauley. Welcome home, baby. It's so crazy to think of you being here and me not being able to see you at all. But thank GOD you're so understanding with it all. I'm extremely lucky to have you, you know. And you actually getting what I'm going through makes it so much easier. Theatre is life, huh? Yeah, it sure as hell seems that way right now. I'm so glad you can see what's going on and have patience with me. Some people don't. We know that now. And some things just end shittily because they don't get it. But you do. I'm rambling. I love you.
Another long and tedius rehearsal tomorrow. I'm excited actually. It's fun. Yet draining.
I'm exhausted.
I'm eating Doritos.
I'm getting powdered cheese on the keys.
The keys of Daneel's plaque.
(Teeth, not trophy).
Just in case you were curious.
Go Wild Honey-ians for being so well off book on the first run through. Today was a bit harder but that's because we're focusing on the blocking now so we'll all get thrown. Yeah 10 days until we perform. 10. Oy vey.
Clay is finally home. What a crazy assed drunken Saturday THAT was. Dee thank you so much for being the best "Dee Dee" (if you will) and for taking us all safely home. Holy crap I haven't been drunk like that for a while. Happy 18th Pauley. Welcome home, baby. It's so crazy to think of you being here and me not being able to see you at all. But thank GOD you're so understanding with it all. I'm extremely lucky to have you, you know. And you actually getting what I'm going through makes it so much easier. Theatre is life, huh? Yeah, it sure as hell seems that way right now. I'm so glad you can see what's going on and have patience with me. Some people don't. We know that now. And some things just end shittily because they don't get it. But you do. I'm rambling. I love you.
Another long and tedius rehearsal tomorrow. I'm excited actually. It's fun. Yet draining.
I'm exhausted.
I'm eating Doritos.
I'm getting powdered cheese on the keys.
The keys of Daneel's plaque.
(Teeth, not trophy).
Just in case you were curious.
posted by Rae at 11:47 PM
3 Comments:
i am commenting... or am i? hmmmm
we need to have a pirate theme day... what you say?
tell me what you think later gator.
I am commenting as well! This is me commenting!! Comment, comment, comment! Hey, my best friend just got a blogger site. It's www.speedybob.blogspot.com incase you're feeling inquisitive.
Brennan is all up-Northish where computers haven't been invented yet (or something...)
But I am here! Here am I! Leaving you a nice.....
Long......
comment.
tee hee.
as you read this my plaque is crawling all over your spindle fingers.
Quote: "I don't care...I feel so bad" Hahahaha.
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