Caution: Burying your brother can lead to family fued and death.
I'm about to go into a 5-week stretch of just board-oping a show for work. I think I'm going to do 2 half days with the crew to work on things upstairs, but after that, I'll have a 40 hour week. It's strange thinking that I'm getting paid this much to just come in, hit a button when someone tells me to...while I'm reading a book and paying no attention to the show, mind you...and then turn off the lights and go home. Crazy.
8 shows a week for the next 5 weeks, Mondays off, Antigone dies every time.
I'm glad I got a library card. I think I'm gonna kick this off by re-reading all of the Harry Potters. Good book suggestions for the future are very welcome.
I also noticed the other night that I feel so much more at home when I go into the theater than when I come home, for the most part. I walk into the theater like I belong there...because I do. I walk into my apartment...and have a habit of kind of avoiding the roommates - which I really need to stop. There's nothing wrong with them - I just feel like we're all kind of in our own little worlds and I just don't want to disturb anyone.
It's just kind of a strange twist in life - a year ago, I would be walking into a theater like I owned it and I fit there, but at the same time hating almost every moment so much that home was my haven and I spent all the time there that I could.
Maybe once I get Penny here it will be different - she did kind of end up my savior.
Ah well. I need a routine. And things to do. And a chair...it's really hard having a desk to work at but no chair.
8 shows a week for the next 5 weeks, Mondays off, Antigone dies every time.
I'm glad I got a library card. I think I'm gonna kick this off by re-reading all of the Harry Potters. Good book suggestions for the future are very welcome.
I also noticed the other night that I feel so much more at home when I go into the theater than when I come home, for the most part. I walk into the theater like I belong there...because I do. I walk into my apartment...and have a habit of kind of avoiding the roommates - which I really need to stop. There's nothing wrong with them - I just feel like we're all kind of in our own little worlds and I just don't want to disturb anyone.
It's just kind of a strange twist in life - a year ago, I would be walking into a theater like I owned it and I fit there, but at the same time hating almost every moment so much that home was my haven and I spent all the time there that I could.
Maybe once I get Penny here it will be different - she did kind of end up my savior.
Ah well. I need a routine. And things to do. And a chair...it's really hard having a desk to work at but no chair.