pavlovsdog

An associate of a friend of mine referred to me as the boy who never smiles. Although it seems like a rather mean thing to say, in actuality it is a pretty astute observance.

Titus closed last Sunday. I've never had a more plague-ridden show. It seemed like everyday there was a new catastrophe. In addition to the aforementioned problems: the main character badly hurting his knee, the show getting snowed out the first Sunday; last week one of the other actors developed a really serious health problem and couldn't do the remainder or the run. We have no understudies, so I had to scramble to find someone who could perform the remaining shows. Fortunately one of our regular summer actors, who is a literature professor at a nearby college, agreed to help out. He had to do it with a script in hand. We got through it, although it wasn't the way I would have liked to see the show done. Naturally all the stress and exhaustion of the past few weeks finally caught up with the cast, and nearly every one of us had developed a cold by the final performance. Still we soldiered on as any respectable theater troupe should do. That show literally beat us down. I think we were all somewhat glad to see it close.

Now it's time to get caught up on all the things I've been neglecting...

...like eating.