Inventory

So tired.

Weekend with Mike was great. Nice to have a little piece of home out here in the burg. I was sad when he left. Felt lonely. He really liked the show though. Openning weekend went really well. Everyone had really great things to say about it, so now word of mouth is spreading and we should have full houses next weekend.

But I'm so pooped. Have two papers and a monologue to prepare over the next week, not to mention my acting notebook which I haven't been very good about keeping. Think I'm gonna have to take another incomplete in Am Lit. The registrar should love that. But I just don't have the time or energy to devote to it right now.

I haven't wanted to do much recently. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to write in this journal, I don't want to write emails. I want to rest. That's all. I need to sleep. A lot.

Everything bores me now days. And I feel empty and pointless. Yawn yawn yawn.

Whatever

The Need for Speed

I'm writing because I'm trying to compensate for all the entries I didn't write over tech week.

Today has been okay. Final Streetcar showing; that went pretty well. Liz made specific comment of how perfect my red robe was (thanks Mike :) ) Friday we have to perform our monologues for the class. I have yet to even have mine approved. Oops.

I was supposed to meet with Rob today and talk about the possibility of an incomplete, but I'm just too tired so i cancelled. We'll reschedule for later in the week.

Boring day. I think I'm just gonna stay in and work on...stuff for the rest of the night. I do after all have a noteboook to put together.

Just remembered, Gayle is coming this weekend. Wowzers. The busy-ness never stops.

Zoom.