Who Am I This Time?

Sorry, I haven’t written in a while. There hasn’t been much to say. Holli and I celebrated 2 months on Tuesday, but she had to work, so we didn’t really do anything special. We didn’t even have supper together.

Wednesday we had auditions. DSU’s spring production is going to be a couple smaller-casted plays. One I know is called “The Actor’s Nightmare” where a man suddenly finds himself in a play. He doesn’t know the lines or the characters or even what play it is, yet the show must go on. It’s a comedy, and it pokes some fun at theatre. Then there was another piece that Sue was adapting for stage. I don’t remember what it was called, but I read the part of Harry, a shy man who becomes each character he is cast with every fibre of his being. One of this lines, after being asked to audition for a new production, was “Who am I this time?”

The auditions went well, I think. Holli had to leave a little early for Senate, but there were only four of us there, total. This meant that we read the entirety of “The Actor’s Nightmare”, and we read the other one twice through. I haven’t decided if I’m attending tonight’s rehearsal.

Uhh… what else, what else. I don’t know. I got a lot of books on tape. I figure, Dad does it, Holli’s doing it, and I don’t have much time to read anymore. When I do, reading seems to make me really tired. My first book will be The Horse and His Boy, by CS Lewis. I started reading this one, so I want to continue it. And finish it. And suchforth.

I don’t know. I’m rambling again. Still ill, but a couple steps closer to actually seeing a “D”-word about it. Not many, mind you. Additions to the website coming soon.

Cheers.