1, 2, 3, RECAP!
1. Killeen makes the week worth getting through. Things have been going so well with us. Sunday was a wonderful adventure around Chicago in some horrendous wintry weather. Bowling at Lucky Strike, Thai food in Boystown, and then bouncing from the Pick-Me-Up to Clarke's because there was no place else we could think of to just sit around and gab. We were out for literally 8 hours. So awesome. And I have to say, a wonderful first kiss ensued as well. So I think it's safe to say I have a new girlfriend. My family even wanted to have her over for Easter dinner to meet her, and she has shockingly agreed. I'm excited!
2. Work is running me into the groung. It started at the party Friday night, which was fine for about half an hour and then out of nowhere I needed to have a cryfest. I held it together for another 20 minutes, but Aaron was totally aware that I was in a state of emotional distress and took me aside to let me know that I didn't have to stay if I didn't want to. It was very sweet of him, and I was very grateful that I got let off the hook. I immediately went to my car and just cried and cried and cried. And aside from an AMAZING Sunday with Killeen, I have been either very sad or very cranky ever since then. The Cincinnati trip was a mild reprieve, but this week has just been sucky. I really think I'm going to have to adjust my meds when I see Gupta at the end of the month, because I think medicating me when I didn't have any serious time commitments or responsibilities is entirely different than when I have a 45 hour work week to deal with. I'll see if I can pull it together by the end of the month, but I think the physical demands are going to require some med readjustments.
3. I was basically offered an unofficial internship slot at ETC, but I don't think I'm going to take it. I'm just not excited by it. The idea of moving to Chicago with no solid plans is more appealing to me, and that tells me that Cincinnati is just not where I'm meant to be. The trip was good, though. I needed a little theatrical affirmation, and the alone time was phenomenal. And it's good to know that I have enough confidence in myself as an actor to say, "Danielle, you're better than an internship that barely gives you the chance to act."
Thing I'm most looking forward to: Sunday with Killeen. I think we might be moving into a Facebook-worthy relationship soon. I really can see this going somewhere, which is more than I ever could say for Arielle and I. It does, of course, complicate my decisions about what to do in the fall, but if Chicago is where I end up, Killeen will certainly make that plan much sweeter.
And David Cox is going to make many efforts to see me before he leaves for China! He's in Chicago tomorrow, but seeing him is impossible given my work schedule. But he's coming back next Friday for a Death Cab for Cutie concert, and I'm going to see if I can't squeeze in an hour or two with him afterwards in the city. And if all else fails, he actually offered to make a trip down here during New Play Festival when he doesn't have classes... just to see me! I like David a lot. It would be really great to see him. He sent me a fabulous card: a sympathy card with the whole "Our deepest condolences" and the watercolor landscape on the front, and the inside message crossed out and replaced with, "Remember: the Jews had it way worse." Oh, David. You tickle my funny bone.
2. Work is running me into the groung. It started at the party Friday night, which was fine for about half an hour and then out of nowhere I needed to have a cryfest. I held it together for another 20 minutes, but Aaron was totally aware that I was in a state of emotional distress and took me aside to let me know that I didn't have to stay if I didn't want to. It was very sweet of him, and I was very grateful that I got let off the hook. I immediately went to my car and just cried and cried and cried. And aside from an AMAZING Sunday with Killeen, I have been either very sad or very cranky ever since then. The Cincinnati trip was a mild reprieve, but this week has just been sucky. I really think I'm going to have to adjust my meds when I see Gupta at the end of the month, because I think medicating me when I didn't have any serious time commitments or responsibilities is entirely different than when I have a 45 hour work week to deal with. I'll see if I can pull it together by the end of the month, but I think the physical demands are going to require some med readjustments.
3. I was basically offered an unofficial internship slot at ETC, but I don't think I'm going to take it. I'm just not excited by it. The idea of moving to Chicago with no solid plans is more appealing to me, and that tells me that Cincinnati is just not where I'm meant to be. The trip was good, though. I needed a little theatrical affirmation, and the alone time was phenomenal. And it's good to know that I have enough confidence in myself as an actor to say, "Danielle, you're better than an internship that barely gives you the chance to act."
Thing I'm most looking forward to: Sunday with Killeen. I think we might be moving into a Facebook-worthy relationship soon. I really can see this going somewhere, which is more than I ever could say for Arielle and I. It does, of course, complicate my decisions about what to do in the fall, but if Chicago is where I end up, Killeen will certainly make that plan much sweeter.
And David Cox is going to make many efforts to see me before he leaves for China! He's in Chicago tomorrow, but seeing him is impossible given my work schedule. But he's coming back next Friday for a Death Cab for Cutie concert, and I'm going to see if I can't squeeze in an hour or two with him afterwards in the city. And if all else fails, he actually offered to make a trip down here during New Play Festival when he doesn't have classes... just to see me! I like David a lot. It would be really great to see him. He sent me a fabulous card: a sympathy card with the whole "Our deepest condolences" and the watercolor landscape on the front, and the inside message crossed out and replaced with, "Remember: the Jews had it way worse." Oh, David. You tickle my funny bone.