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Thursday, April 18th, 2002

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5:48p
**sigh**

Here I go again....off to rehearsal in an hour, & don't have my lines memorized. We were supposed to be off book on the 15th, & tonight, we are reviewing pages 33-50. These are the scenes we have gone over the least. See....I can't really sit & memorized a script. I memorize through repetition. During the course of a normal rehearsal, I will just naturally become off book, just by doing the scenes over & over. That hasn't been the case with this show. I love these people, but the way they run their rehearsals are quite odd. We would block a scene, & then not do that scene again for a week or two. The second half of the show is the part we reviewed the least...not to mention, there are 5 pages of dialogue in which *I* speak backwards. Trying memorizing lines backwards. It ain't easy, because it makes zero sense. Instead of saying "The Caterpillar might be able to help. He knows everything....almost," I have to say, "Helpt to able be might Caterpillar The. Almost....everything knows he." **sigh** So why am I typing here instead of studying my lines? Because remember, like I said, it doesn't help me much to memorize them that way. Crap. I am going to be calling "line" all night tonight. I hate being unprepared. And being tired doesn't help...but I couldn't sleep last night.

Current Mood: frustrated
11:18p
Please GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease GodPlease God

Please don't let me be getting sick. I beg you. My show opens in a few weeks, we are just getting into the deep throes of rehearsals, I am the star.....I cannot afford to be sick. But I have a bad headache, chills, a low temp, & my throat feels tight....and no, I haven't had an orgasm recently! Please let me wake up feeling better....maybe this is just because I didn't get enough sleep last night....maybe I am merely exhausted, worn down..not getting sick...yeah, that's the ticket!

crankyangel is leaving tomorrow. That makes me very, very sad. 3 weeks is a loooong time! I will miss her a lot!

I have a doc appointment a week from tomorrow. I hope to get in to see a gyn before then.

Toby had his dental visit today. My neighbor picked him up & brought him home. He left the receipt in my mailbox, & I am very confused by it. See, Toby's breath smelled worse than ass. It was God-awful. So I finally took him to the vet, & the vet said it looked like he had at LEAST 4 rotten teeth that needed to be pulled, & made an estimate up that including the charge of 4 teeth being pulled (he had his teeth professionally cleaned & 10 teeth pulled LESS than a year ago). According to this receipt in my hand, ZERO teeth were pulled. I don't understand. If no teeth were rotten enough to warrant removal, why was his breath so bad? Why did the doc estimate 4 teeth needed to be pulled, & then end up pulling none? I don't understand...but I will call them tomorrow. I hope his breath is better. Poor baby...his mouth is probably sore.

I am a fat pig. And I am DISGUSTED with myself. I am so sick of looking down & seeing a belly, I could slit my wrists. And yet I have no time to do squat. I wake up, go to work, go straight to rehearsal, come home, check my email, try to write a quick journal entry, & go to bed...repeat. All I know right now is work & rehearsal. No, it's not really like hard labor, but other than a walk or maybe an exercise video, I can't really do much else while there. I gotta do something...and start some sort of eating plan. I am thoroughly disgusted with myself. I can't imagine how anyone can bear to look at me. Barf.

Night.

Current Mood: blah

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