2nd time around.
Insomnia gets the better of me sometimes. I tend to lie in bed with a good book and read it through cover to cover. Tonight feels as if it could very well be one of those nights. In this hotel, I have taken to reading poolside but when I ventured down there today, the chair that I enjoy sitting in was already occupied. I do not know why I just did not pick another chair. My body felt like it was going to be restless. I took to the street instead and found myself walking amongst a crowd of teenagers my sons age. Apparently there was some sort of concert that was about to go on. A few of them recognized me as Mr. Smith and I made it through the crowd with a great deal of ease. Getting back to the hotel felt like I was coming home.
There are a few thoughts running through my head but I am hoping that the exhaustion that is taking over me will silence them as well. If exhaustion can make it so my legs dont want to move, it should be able to make it so that my mind does not wish to work. There is a companion here with me tonight. Most of the time, I spend my nights alone, but with this friend here, I find it much more calming. He is asleep right now, but just the idea that someone is occupying the same space as me is bringing some level of comfort. However, if you ask this friend of mine, Tom, he will most likely tell you that I have been too sarcastic and deadpan for most people's liking. Somehow, he is able to stomach me.
There are new projects on the horizon. It thrills me beyond compare. The stage has been calling again and in a few weeks I will be at the National Theater performing the works of the great playwright, Shakespeare. Movies and the celluloid screen do have their charm, but the stage is this actor's home. They say that Jane Austen wrote enough stories for every british actress to have a role once she reaches a certain age. I do believe the same can be said for Shakespeare and men. There is a great deal of masculinity in the roles he wrote. Violence in a play is more directed to the plot than that of the violence in movies. It is not fluff or filler so that you can reach a certain time mark.
Now that my mind has reached somewhat of a calming place, I am going to try my hand at crawling into bed. I do hope I get lucky and sleep comes in swift time.
There are a few thoughts running through my head but I am hoping that the exhaustion that is taking over me will silence them as well. If exhaustion can make it so my legs dont want to move, it should be able to make it so that my mind does not wish to work. There is a companion here with me tonight. Most of the time, I spend my nights alone, but with this friend here, I find it much more calming. He is asleep right now, but just the idea that someone is occupying the same space as me is bringing some level of comfort. However, if you ask this friend of mine, Tom, he will most likely tell you that I have been too sarcastic and deadpan for most people's liking. Somehow, he is able to stomach me.
There are new projects on the horizon. It thrills me beyond compare. The stage has been calling again and in a few weeks I will be at the National Theater performing the works of the great playwright, Shakespeare. Movies and the celluloid screen do have their charm, but the stage is this actor's home. They say that Jane Austen wrote enough stories for every british actress to have a role once she reaches a certain age. I do believe the same can be said for Shakespeare and men. There is a great deal of masculinity in the roles he wrote. Violence in a play is more directed to the plot than that of the violence in movies. It is not fluff or filler so that you can reach a certain time mark.
Now that my mind has reached somewhat of a calming place, I am going to try my hand at crawling into bed. I do hope I get lucky and sleep comes in swift time.