scratch that

Okay, so rehearsals have been going pretty well so far. Drew and Mark have a grip on things, and my insights seem to have resonated with them. Now for a 2 week sabbatical of sorts as I delve into Jon Ferguson's clown class. I'll have some "Oat" stuff to do in the meantime, but that will come with persistence.

I just get ticked off when requests for information or equipment go unanswered. Is it so fucking hard to email me a "yes" or "no"?

The more things change, the more things stay the same in their asshole universe.

Perhaps I'm uppity because I'm producing again.

I, ah, just fuck it...

Menial tasks at work tend to bring out the despair in me.

Then I think of Mexican food and I tend to give that up.

And now for something completely... well, uh...

What I really hate is that I started my day looking like a guy I have nothing in common with. The very gray polo shirt, blue jeans and brown tennis shoes. I've been temping for over a week now and I still don't have my computer login. The place where I've been rehearsing closed early "due to the storms" last night, preventing me from using the meeting room with no warning call. I feel like I am slating myself as "second-class". Boo hoo.

I dunno. I feel like I am either not giving myself a break or I'm not living the life I want.