Rumbles in my belly and the day is cold with the winds. I should pop some food into this stomach of mine, but I know I can survive to eat once later instead of twice altogether. These are the urgent decisions I make in my life.
Last night, Playboy of the Western World opened with a great crowd and a lot of energy. It's come together into a good, if not altogether compelling, little production. I still think it's miscast, but I'm not directing it and all I can do is what I've got to do as best as I can. I think I'm doing alright at that.
When did weekends become so damned dreary? Work and plays and more plays and not much sleep or relaxation. Sunday should be pleasant, though--playing catch in the park with a pretty girl, the requisite Sunday matinee, and then poker and beers with some friends. The only downside is that I will naturally be looking Monday in the face, with it's early morning work and nonstop movement. At least I'm finished with rehearsal for a while.
I just sent my friend Sean a message saying that I will not be auditioning for his show. He told me that I am more or less cast in it if I want the part he wants for me, but I simply have to say no. I've been going to hard for too long. I need more than the summer break. I need to focus on my own show, as well.
For anyone reading this, I'm directing Murder in the Cathedral. It'll open around November of this year. If I do it right its gonna blow you outta the water. If I do it wrong i'm gonna have a lot of egg on my face. Isn't that usually how life works out? Keep your eyes open for it.
The end. For now.
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