Show opened this weekend. Sort of. It went fairly well, I'd say. We (re)open in the better space on August 16th, I think. Looking forward to it. It's a lousy play overall, but I have a really good time doing it so I don't care.
In other news, someone who I am frightfully smitten with has been off on an adventure for a bit. He was supposed to be gone for 2 weeks, but that turned into 2 and a half weeks, and now it's looking like 3 weeks, and we'll see if that actually happens. There wasn't necessarily anything going on with us before he left, so there isn't a big void in my life because he's gone, but I must say I was quite looking forward to his return, so the multiple postponements kind of bum me out. By the way, Mr. Man, if you' read this, I hope you feel guilty, No seriously, I do. No serioiusly. Really really guilty.
Anyways, I'd forgotten what it was like to be semi-seeing someone who I actually really like - so I'm a bit taken aback by it. And I feel kind of powerless against it. I hate hormones & pheromones & everything else like them. I hate my genetically ingrained need to fornicate. Gee whiz. Why am I blathering about this? I'm going to go put on some Zepp, smoke a clove, drink a beer, and find an activity that doesn't involve gushing and moping and sighing about silly boys. Feh.
In other news, someone who I am frightfully smitten with has been off on an adventure for a bit. He was supposed to be gone for 2 weeks, but that turned into 2 and a half weeks, and now it's looking like 3 weeks, and we'll see if that actually happens. There wasn't necessarily anything going on with us before he left, so there isn't a big void in my life because he's gone, but I must say I was quite looking forward to his return, so the multiple postponements kind of bum me out. By the way, Mr. Man, if you' read this, I hope you feel guilty, No seriously, I do. No serioiusly. Really really guilty.
Anyways, I'd forgotten what it was like to be semi-seeing someone who I actually really like - so I'm a bit taken aback by it. And I feel kind of powerless against it. I hate hormones & pheromones & everything else like them. I hate my genetically ingrained need to fornicate. Gee whiz. Why am I blathering about this? I'm going to go put on some Zepp, smoke a clove, drink a beer, and find an activity that doesn't involve gushing and moping and sighing about silly boys. Feh.
deceptiviewfilm:
emotions... what a useless concept. 
sorry your somewhat bummed bout the interested one. When the play opens I'll definately go. Thats for sure.
sorry your somewhat bummed bout the interested one. When the play opens I'll definately go. Thats for sure.