Nothing like LiveJournal to remind you how boring your life is, eh?
To do today:
1. Uta Hagen and acting journals. (--Check with Dennise on this one. What the hell are the topics?)
2. Laundry. (And my room's clean, too!)
3. Ten rehearsals of my two-minute scene. (Don't you fucking dare forget, Marika.)
4. Coffee with Dad.
5. ProPrac. Cancelled! Booyah!
6. New International Fiction.
7. If possible, get started on Artist of the Floating World.
I went to see my psychiatrist this weekend and she's ordered me to get at least eight hours of sleep a night, with a regular sleep schedule. It's her theory that, if I maintain a more regular circadian rhythm and exercise more, I eventually won't need medication at all. That would, admittedly, be nice. This whole sleeping-at-midnight, rising-at-eight thing is-- I'm not sure what it is. It's not quite getting old yet, which means maybe I'm actually adjusting well to it? At any rate, it gives me a few hours to do homework, today. (Which I have so far not utilized, but give me a little break. It's 9.)
The fact that it's 9 o'clock is also why I'm not entertaining.
Three of my goldfish have died-- Bertiefish, Anaxifish, and an unnamed fish. I will be getting at least one more, yes, and I suppose my tank has something against evilfish. Funny, then, that Eridanosfish is the fish that is totally kicking the other fishes' tails. (Helenafish and Jacquelinefish were kissing last night.) I think I can see why Leo likes these.
1. Uta Hagen and acting journals. (--Check with Dennise on this one. What the hell are the topics?)
2. Laundry. (And my room's clean, too!)
3. Ten rehearsals of my two-minute scene. (Don't you fucking dare forget, Marika.)
4. Coffee with Dad.
5. ProPrac. Cancelled! Booyah!
6. New International Fiction.
7. If possible, get started on Artist of the Floating World.
I went to see my psychiatrist this weekend and she's ordered me to get at least eight hours of sleep a night, with a regular sleep schedule. It's her theory that, if I maintain a more regular circadian rhythm and exercise more, I eventually won't need medication at all. That would, admittedly, be nice. This whole sleeping-at-midnight, rising-at-eight thing is-- I'm not sure what it is. It's not quite getting old yet, which means maybe I'm actually adjusting well to it? At any rate, it gives me a few hours to do homework, today. (Which I have so far not utilized, but give me a little break. It's 9.)
The fact that it's 9 o'clock is also why I'm not entertaining.
Three of my goldfish have died-- Bertiefish, Anaxifish, and an unnamed fish. I will be getting at least one more, yes, and I suppose my tank has something against evilfish. Funny, then, that Eridanosfish is the fish that is totally kicking the other fishes' tails. (Helenafish and Jacquelinefish were kissing last night.) I think I can see why Leo likes these.