{Blog} Flair for the Tragedy
After class theatre practices are going well, but it seems as if this past week, all of my lead actors have succumbed to a virus of some sort. Everyone looked ill and... exhausted. Even my usually invigorate actors have felt under the weather.
It's not just my actors. Arthur's been acting strangely. He's locked up his his study again, but I suppose it's an inevitable effect of inspiration.
I had the most peculiar dream last night. For some reason Rory was in it, and she was with that fiendish therapist. I don't remember much of it, but I remember... drowning. There's an old rule about waking up before you land, but what about waking up before you drown? It felt so... real. Ah well, must've had something strange to eat. Mustn't watch Don't Blink before bedtime, I suppose.
Angel Bob has moved again. I think he's hiding in the bushes.
It's not just my actors. Arthur's been acting strangely. He's locked up his his study again, but I suppose it's an inevitable effect of inspiration.
I had the most peculiar dream last night. For some reason Rory was in it, and she was with that fiendish therapist. I don't remember much of it, but I remember... drowning. There's an old rule about waking up before you land, but what about waking up before you drown? It felt so... real. Ah well, must've had something strange to eat. Mustn't watch Don't Blink before bedtime, I suppose.
Angel Bob has moved again. I think he's hiding in the bushes.