I thought I might be at Burdick's right now. I made the mistake of getting into bed though and now I can't imagine going back outside into the cold cold world and driving all the way back downtown. I really am having fun at rehearsal though. Our cast is full of good eggs.
I left my TV on in the other room. I can hear Michael Vaughn talking to me. Only he's not Michael Vaughn anymore he's some other guy in some show that I hate about spoiled rich men with too many mistresses. The shows about spoiled rich women I can somewhat relate to as I am a woman myself, but the ones with men just grate on my nerves.
I'm trying to think of interesting things that happened today and not coming up with too much. I'm starting to feel a bit more myself today. I think I've just been victim to the winter doldrums. I'm thinking of starting The Artist's Way again, but I'll really have to work on controlling my knee-jerk scoff reflex first. I must be open and letting the unblocking of my creativity begin. I'll work on that later. Right now I'm sleepy and I'm going to bed.
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