Dead fish, signifies the loss of wealth and power through some dire calamity ( Read more... )

I'm so not ready to go back to school. I know I won't be starting classes right away but I can't believe I only have one full day left in the city. And it's going to be a jam packed one too... I suppose my wallet will be thankful, but that's about all. I mean, it was a nice break, but I just didn't have enough time to laze about and enjoy myself ( Read more... )

I had the most bizarre dream about fish last night. I mean, I suppose it wasn't really about fish, but that's what I remember. There was this guppy lying on a counter, or by the sink, and he looked like one of mine, but had teeth, and was certainly dead, I believe he had been lying there for some time... but then he coughed something up... almost ( Read more... )

sometimes, shit stinks. hah, now isn't that clever ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention the dog in the front row of the audience on closing night.

and no, that is not metaphorical. There was a dog.

God's Ear is over and God's Ear is gone... but I really don't want to move on ( Read more... )

I have regained a (probably false) sense of composure. Perhaps it is also hormonal? I don't know. If I don't get into the body project I want to chop of my hair and go to London. Well, I want to go to London either way... and maybe still chop off my hair, only later. I've been up picking my stab, despite God's Ear warnings. I'll pick it if I ( Read more... )

I've got too much, just too much to do, I feel like I'm walking through life on a tightrope and every person I come across gives me something else heavy to carry and well today I fell off. But I caught myself with one hand and all I can do is hang onto this wire while I feel like I am being dragged down by a 1000 pound weight, but if I let go I ( Read more... )

I've got so much opening night adrenaline that I can't really handle it...
:o

there's so much else to think about but I'm not. For tonight and tonight only- just good stuff, mostly, good stuff...

I don't know if I've ever laughed so much at a rehearsal. Or felt so comfortable. And yet out of my league and so challenged at the same time.

Today my director called me the weirdest (or maybe it was one of, but I'm not sure) person he ever met. I think it was a complement, and it was great, and we all laughed more. But I do wonder...