No time like the present
I'm beginning to realize that I have no concept of time- everything that happened to me when I was little happened "when I was, like, eight".
I remember things by what I was doing when they happened- Oh, I was at Mudhouse, so it must have been somewhere in 1993-1995; Oh, I was going to FAU, so it must have been 1992-1993; Oh, I was working at Burger King, so that must have been 1993-1994.
Never mind that all three of these sets overlap (and, indeed, two are contained within the third), they seem like discrete time periods to me.
When I was at FPT, I could usually figure out when something was by what play we were doing at the time, but then we got into shows like Apathy and Vampire Lesbians which ran late-night for months while the regular shows came and went.* It's confusing.
So much of the past just blurs for me. I hope this journal will clear up some confusion for me, but even now if I want to reference an old entry, I have no idea when it happened and I have to wade through pages of my too-clever Subject Lines to figure out which is which.
* and, in fact, my mom never got to see Vampire Lesbians of Sodom because the weekend she was down from NJ, they were still putting up the Angel City set.
I remember things by what I was doing when they happened- Oh, I was at Mudhouse, so it must have been somewhere in 1993-1995; Oh, I was going to FAU, so it must have been 1992-1993; Oh, I was working at Burger King, so that must have been 1993-1994.
Never mind that all three of these sets overlap (and, indeed, two are contained within the third), they seem like discrete time periods to me.
When I was at FPT, I could usually figure out when something was by what play we were doing at the time, but then we got into shows like Apathy and Vampire Lesbians which ran late-night for months while the regular shows came and went.* It's confusing.
So much of the past just blurs for me. I hope this journal will clear up some confusion for me, but even now if I want to reference an old entry, I have no idea when it happened and I have to wade through pages of my too-clever Subject Lines to figure out which is which.
* and, in fact, my mom never got to see Vampire Lesbians of Sodom because the weekend she was down from NJ, they were still putting up the Angel City set.