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Come see my show!
Thursday, Friday, Saturday @ 7:30, Saturday & Sunday @ 2:30. Call the box office, (206) 296 2244.
(I'm not sure whether to tell you to come to the evenings because the audience will be better or to come to the matinees to make the audience better. Either. Both. Whichever. Just come.)
& as an enticement: I have two comp tickets for Friday evening that we just got today. These are first come, first serve, whoever wants them can have them--let me know & I will put you down at the box office.
Also when I was typing that I wrote "Satyrday" instead of "Saturday," which is giving me fantastic images of a weekend festival of satyrs & other similar creatures. I want to write again, creative, itchy writing, not analytic academic writing.
I am sort of terrified of my history thesis--not the fact that I have to write one, necessarily, but the fact that I don't know what to write it on. I have one idea, given to me by Dr. E, & nothing else. Shouldn't I have some ideas by now? We're supposed to turn in a prospectus on the first day of class next quarter, & I am lost.
I am also very tired. I was late to acting, too. We did our zoo assignments--I was a golden lion tamarin--& it made me miss His Dark Materials, & cavorting around like monkeys & working on daemon movements. Also it made me miss moving. I have not exercised in any believable way in far too long & I feel like a slob. After the show is over (haha, my default phrase all quarter long), I am going to get moving again. This is ridiculous.
I have nothing of value to say. I should be reading about Eleanor of Castile....
Thursday, Friday, Saturday @ 7:30, Saturday & Sunday @ 2:30. Call the box office, (206) 296 2244.
(I'm not sure whether to tell you to come to the evenings because the audience will be better or to come to the matinees to make the audience better. Either. Both. Whichever. Just come.)
& as an enticement: I have two comp tickets for Friday evening that we just got today. These are first come, first serve, whoever wants them can have them--let me know & I will put you down at the box office.
Also when I was typing that I wrote "Satyrday" instead of "Saturday," which is giving me fantastic images of a weekend festival of satyrs & other similar creatures. I want to write again, creative, itchy writing, not analytic academic writing.
I am sort of terrified of my history thesis--not the fact that I have to write one, necessarily, but the fact that I don't know what to write it on. I have one idea, given to me by Dr. E, & nothing else. Shouldn't I have some ideas by now? We're supposed to turn in a prospectus on the first day of class next quarter, & I am lost.
I am also very tired. I was late to acting, too. We did our zoo assignments--I was a golden lion tamarin--& it made me miss His Dark Materials, & cavorting around like monkeys & working on daemon movements. Also it made me miss moving. I have not exercised in any believable way in far too long & I feel like a slob. After the show is over (haha, my default phrase all quarter long), I am going to get moving again. This is ridiculous.
I have nothing of value to say. I should be reading about Eleanor of Castile....
