Time constraints...
Because the show was running too long, the segment in which I had the most meat, the really interesting part of the show that was keeping me there, that I was devoting the most time to, that comprised probably 2/3 of my role in this entire fucking enterprise, has been cut. I always have said, if not out loud, that I couldn't give a shit about theater if all that I'm going to be offered every time is french fries. I want STEAK, I want something I can fucking CHEW on, that has resistance, that takes EFFORT, CRAFT. This show has just gone from steak to french fries. I am so tempted to walk out the door right now I don't even know what to say. The more I think about it, the more I want to put my fist through a fucking wall.