freakpirate

I'm meeting with the director of Antony and Cleopatra at the Walterdale on Friday. I may be the new props designer for the show. It's not going to pay me (of course... sigh) but it'll be fun and look good on my resume. So... whee.

That's where the good news ends. My brain is leaping between boredom induced inactivity and boredom induced over-thought. I can't seem to figure out what's going on around me. People confuse me. I confuse myself. I'm sure I confuse the shit out of them too...

I used to be able to sit to talk to people for hours. I used to spill my heart. I used to try to get help. Now I worry that I'm not helping any one else. I just take...

I'd love to just sit and talk again.