The last huzzah

Well, that's it. Another show wrapped and filed away into the mists of memory. Ended with a packed house today and a huge turnout for me personally with no less than nine people there to see me. This marks the first show where I've had someone I knew there to see me on each night and that's a damn good feeling. Apparently, several people have made the remark that it's the best drama this theatre has ever put on, so I'll take that praise and walk with my wooden B-movie actor chin held high :)

In other news, kali_81 now knows nearly every detail of my life due to the existence of this journal and I'm honestly a little frightened by her fastidiousness. I'm so glad there some things I don't type in here. The incident with the midget. The threats from the A.S.P.C.A. My time spent as an professional assassin. (You didn't REALLY think the Deputy Undersecretary to the Minister of Highways and Transportation of Senegal died of liver disease, did you?) I'm very glad those things never made it in here. Oh wait. They just did. FUCK ME! GAAAAAH!

So now that I've got a month to kill before the next show I want to audition for, it's back to the publishing game, gamer geeking, scribbling Bloody Wake Jack's musings for thesaltyhooker, and maybe even the occasional White!-Hot! Fourth of July.

And sleep. Lots and lots of sleep, which I'm extremely impatient to start and which my body keeps trying to jump the gun on even though I'm at work. At least tonight I will be able to sleep in.