nobody does it like doughty

You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I’m pushing through
I’ll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I’ll slug it out
I’m sick of waiting

I’ve had a lot of conversations lately about poking. You think about something that hurts - repeatedly - in an attempt to be fully present in the magic moment when the hurting stops. Some of us are compulsive pokers, and every once in awhile the poking pays. I got up this morning after my first decent night of sleep in awhile, popped Mr. D. into the discman, and after a brief half-assed poke realized that I’d been wrong. There is nothing to stress over. My constant over-thinking of everything makes me see things that don’t have to exist. My life, right at the moment, actually kind of rules.

Went out last night with LL Cool Ray and Mandalay, who have been two of my best friends in this city for quite some time. With the summer-long absence of my Erinichka, they have helped me keep my balance. (And let’s not forget Ms. Wonderhorn!) We just sat at 22 Doors and talked and drank for a couple of hours, and I was reminded how much my posse in this city is the SHIT.

In any case, we’re back in the swing of rehearsals for 7 Strangers. As much as we all collectively dread that first rehearsal back after a break, it was so nice to see everyone again. I walked into the rehearsal hall and immediately went and lay down on top of Johah, whom I had missed WAY too much. (His new mustache is very 70s pornstar. Scary.) We spent our entire first scene together just snuggled up on the couch. I really love the cast of this show, and am so lucky to have gotten the chance to work with them over the last … almost THREE years? Holy shit. Marc and Ray and I are the only ones left of the original seven, and what a fucking crazy trip it’s been.

You know you can’t wait to see it. We will be so brilliant.