I'm only happy when it rains...
...I'm only happy when it's complicated.
I'm taking a break from Dracula. I finished the Renfield scene (finally!), and I have more important things to work on in the next few weeks. I am dead determined to finish it by Christmas, though. Maybe after Thanksgiving I can focus on it more. Because right now, I have a gazillion things on my to-do list.
Like my ten-page research paper due for Stagecraft next Tuesday.
And the prompt book for Arsenic and Old Lace that is the major project for my Production Management class.
And I just realized that my Auditing midterm is two weeks from this past Tuesday, and I've read two and a half chapters out of 13.
Oh, and I've suddenly become head seamstress on The Miracle Worker. Me, who can't even sew buttons on; when did this happen?
I'm currently (still) reading Gilligan's Wake and The Talented Mr. Ripley, the latter which has been rotting in my bookcase for at least five years. I've been reading Ripley for two weeks, and I'm not even up to page 200 yet.
I have like, five weeks of TV to catch up on. Luckily, none of that TV is Alias or Veronica Mars, or else I'd really be ashamed of myself.
What's wrong with me? Why do I insist, consistently, on working myself to the bone? I have determined to stop going to Miracle Worker rehearsals, because every frickin' time I do, I end up bringing home more costumes that need repairs than fixed costumes that I've returned.
Ugh. I haven't even bought my tickets to San Francisco yet, and I could have done that last week. I'm a horrible person.
Marilyn and I also have to get together to shop for Halloween 2: The Decorating. (Anyone have Caution Tape I can borrow?) So that's yet another thing I have to do.
At least I am keeping up on my writing. I've got three mini-scenarios that I'm picking away at when I feel like it. It keeps my fingers limber.
"Come As You Are," my ten-minute play that revolved around Brad's confused sexuality, was a big hit. The class loved it, especially... well, maybe that's something else I can do -- maybe I can post the play in short story form so everyone can read it.
WAIT A SEC! WHAT AM I DOING?! DON'T I HAVE ENOUGH TO DO ALREADY?!
Fuck. This is a never-ending cycle. I am doomed to be tired for the REST OF MY NATURAL LIFE. Which, if I continue in this way, will be OVER IN FIVE YEARS.
Someday, I will take a vacation. An actual, honest-to-goodness vacation. Involving a desert island, never-ending margaritas, and a Luke Danes of my very own.
I'm taking a break from Dracula. I finished the Renfield scene (finally!), and I have more important things to work on in the next few weeks. I am dead determined to finish it by Christmas, though. Maybe after Thanksgiving I can focus on it more. Because right now, I have a gazillion things on my to-do list.
Like my ten-page research paper due for Stagecraft next Tuesday.
And the prompt book for Arsenic and Old Lace that is the major project for my Production Management class.
And I just realized that my Auditing midterm is two weeks from this past Tuesday, and I've read two and a half chapters out of 13.
Oh, and I've suddenly become head seamstress on The Miracle Worker. Me, who can't even sew buttons on; when did this happen?
I'm currently (still) reading Gilligan's Wake and The Talented Mr. Ripley, the latter which has been rotting in my bookcase for at least five years. I've been reading Ripley for two weeks, and I'm not even up to page 200 yet.
I have like, five weeks of TV to catch up on. Luckily, none of that TV is Alias or Veronica Mars, or else I'd really be ashamed of myself.
What's wrong with me? Why do I insist, consistently, on working myself to the bone? I have determined to stop going to Miracle Worker rehearsals, because every frickin' time I do, I end up bringing home more costumes that need repairs than fixed costumes that I've returned.
Ugh. I haven't even bought my tickets to San Francisco yet, and I could have done that last week. I'm a horrible person.
Marilyn and I also have to get together to shop for Halloween 2: The Decorating. (Anyone have Caution Tape I can borrow?) So that's yet another thing I have to do.
At least I am keeping up on my writing. I've got three mini-scenarios that I'm picking away at when I feel like it. It keeps my fingers limber.
"Come As You Are," my ten-minute play that revolved around Brad's confused sexuality, was a big hit. The class loved it, especially... well, maybe that's something else I can do -- maybe I can post the play in short story form so everyone can read it.
WAIT A SEC! WHAT AM I DOING?! DON'T I HAVE ENOUGH TO DO ALREADY?!
Fuck. This is a never-ending cycle. I am doomed to be tired for the REST OF MY NATURAL LIFE. Which, if I continue in this way, will be OVER IN FIVE YEARS.
Someday, I will take a vacation. An actual, honest-to-goodness vacation. Involving a desert island, never-ending margaritas, and a Luke Danes of my very own.