mid-afternoon thought

Why am I so damn sad?

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More than awhile.

The directing life has been time consuming. The life has been time consuming.

We're doing HAIR again, yes indeedy. Rehearsals have begun and they're going gorgeously. However, I find myself daily in this producers...tangle. Pun absolutely intended. The worst part about it being that I can no longer open my big mouth about damn near anything. My conversations have become so peculiar, as I pick and choose, weed out and wonder when I'm saying too much. I used to publish my entire life in my livejournal. Down to some really personal details and bad poetry. And because I'm working with my friends most of the time, it's even worse, because my instinct is to just throw everything on the table. But in the interest of making everything work seamlessly, I must bide my time, wait for concrete decisions and news, and save the blow-by-blow for those that must know.

Some cool features of the last week:

-Kick ass fundraiser party, thrown at the Shetler Penthouse, organized by Boss. Johnny G came out and threw us some majorly awesome support, everyone had a grand time, and a fella I met on my layover in Chicago a few weeks ago, who we'll call Piano, came by. I think Piano will be a friend for quite some time now.

-The HAIR archives, Bill Louis, Nina Dayton...and getting lost with my posse in Hatfield, MA, when all we wanted was some ice cream. Mice in the bed. Amazing breakfast. Beaver! The crab. Snipe hunting.

-OM-ing in the Theater Row elevator with Geoffrey, Jim, Jake, Stephen, Laura, and Linz.


oof, bedtime.