Three HOur Town
Good lord I'm sick of this fucking play.
Sick unto fucking death.
I always sort of disliked this play since I first read it in high school. In performance--I think I'll hate it all the more. I certainly am tired of rehearsing it.
IDR tomorrow. Show Thursday. Death following.
So other busy news--two student shows following Our Town. A stage of some Grand Guignol pieces. And my one-man show. Oh, and maybe modeling?
Shoot. me. in face. (I left out the 'the'. I'm fully aware.)
Busy boy. I need to sleep and set fire to the world.