BOO YAH, mthfka I have
BOO YAH, mthfka
I have a call-back. Yes, I sure do, a call-back for Little Murders, by Jules Feiffer, directed by Todd Jamison, at the Seattle Public Theater. I am most thoroughly, excellently excited about it, and I REALLY want to act again. No time for a break, no time no time no time. Gotta get movin’, gotta get goin’, gotta get back into the thick of it where things are thick. If I stop to take a break, I’ll just fall asleep, and it’s not nearly naptime yet.
Have you all read “The Hamper” yet? Three cheers for “Droopy Acres”… I guess we’re not allowed to change its name now!
My folks cleaned out our storage unit over the weekend and sent us all the rest of our stuff. Or, almost all. The vintage furniture we spent days on end refinishing was apparently “too expensive to ship” and so they donated all of it. There’s at least 50 man-hours and $300 worth of furniture out the window. I’m really super f-ing pissed about it, but we do get most of our books back, stuffed animals, my suede fringe jacket, etc etc. However, now my apartment is so covered in boxes that I can’t see to clean, which kinda sucks. Ah well.
Off to shop before picking up my Billy. TTFN, gentle friends.