GAME ENTRY 8 // "THE PLAY'S THE THING" // DEC 10 - 16, 2007

[cougar_ridge_v2]

Comments

[melanie_truebld]

I finally called the Sheriff's office this mornin' about Earl's phone call. I know there's nothin' they can do until after somethin' happens, especially since I don't even have a restrainin' order against him. But at least this way they'll know somethin' might happen. The deputy I talked to tried to reassure me that Earl couldn't possibly be here yet today, what with the ice storms the plains have been hit with. He said the roads are all so bad that even someone used to winter weather has to be real careful. It don't make me feel much better. If'n it does take him longer, he'll just have that much longer to work up his anger with me. And he will. He'll blame the weather on me if'n it suits him

[lea_drevnak]

under other circumstances, i wouldn't have been in this position

[susan_eidelman]

Miss Burroughs acts different. Happier, on some ways, but also more sad. I'd ask her why, and if there's anything I can do to help, but I don't think she would like that. She's a very private person, and I think she's happiest when I just do my work and stay out of her way

[derek_caldwin]

I stayed after school today to run through a few of the rough patches again with the rest of the cast and our production staff. Today was the first time I really felt like I got it down. No forgetting a line at all, no looking to Ms. Terry for help. Just me and Mercutio. Perfect

[kevin_brunner]

I done saw the big ass poem painted on Lyndon Greene's house this morning on my way to work.

Secrets. Shit, I got secrets, but I ain't tellin' 'em to nobody. Not even Miss Melanie. Ain't nobody needs to be knowing my business. Ain't nobody should be caring either.

I called Marcus last night. He told me some big ass storm came in while he was driving out of the mountains. Found a cheap motel to hole up in, and he figures he ain't going anywhere anytime soon.

In spite of the snow, I make it to Miss Melanie's for dinner. She's quiet tonight, though. Don't even talk about that weird Mrs. Jacoby, the one who's fooling around with the doc. Or that funny Mrs. LaVie, who mixes all her fancy words up.

"So what's going on, sugar?" I ask as we're curled up in front of the TV. Then I kiss her hand.

She looks faraway, like she's watching the TV, but not seeing it, if you know what I mean.

"Just a bad day," she says.

So I kiss her, which leads to something else, and hopefully I made her night really good.