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hey.
still alive. promise.
just i'm stage-managing, you see, and working and when i get back from my 12-hours-in-the-theatre days, i start thinking about class work, and i love my life; i love being (mostly) comfortable inlove with my lovely lovely people (who are becoming more mine, slowly) and i love having an adopted uncle (who beats me up & surprises me with the things that come out of his mouth, like wisdom from three-year-olds, entirely sensible &gets offended at my use of the word bulldyke, but that's another story) and i love backrubs and kitchen confos with convo and my actors and half of my directors and work and not eating/sleeping and my bed all craned away and nooklike and i love bells and bells and poems and writing again! and crosswords and kalamazoo this winter and making cookies at lunch time and forgetting to shower and my theatre family and that katie sometimes comes to sit on me in the lounge to tell me that life is beautiful.
what i don't dig so much is the way i've been awake for, oh, about 23 hours, and tomorrow's going to be a busy day. it's okay; tomorrow will be a better day. (i think i snapped today, in a cold quiet way, but it'll have to be better from here.
still alive. promise.
just i'm stage-managing, you see, and working and when i get back from my 12-hours-in-the-theatre days, i start thinking about class work, and i love my life; i love being (mostly) comfortable inlove with my lovely lovely people (who are becoming more mine, slowly) and i love having an adopted uncle (who beats me up & surprises me with the things that come out of his mouth, like wisdom from three-year-olds, entirely sensible &gets offended at my use of the word bulldyke, but that's another story) and i love backrubs and kitchen confos with convo and my actors and half of my directors and work and not eating/sleeping and my bed all craned away and nooklike and i love bells and bells and poems and writing again! and crosswords and kalamazoo this winter and making cookies at lunch time and forgetting to shower and my theatre family and that katie sometimes comes to sit on me in the lounge to tell me that life is beautiful.
what i don't dig so much is the way i've been awake for, oh, about 23 hours, and tomorrow's going to be a busy day. it's okay; tomorrow will be a better day. (i think i snapped today, in a cold quiet way, but it'll have to be better from here.