futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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a weary time for me
I put the pills I take in a cady dish to make things more.... fun.
First rehearsal and one of my actors didn't show. This shakes my ambitious (but feeble) sense of faith-- as it turns out, she tried to call and ended up asking Peter to call for her (?) and he fails to call so I�m thrown into a state when I find out she�s at a play reading instead-- sigh. Why do these things always come back to Peter? And his phone is busy all night. No idea.
She stopped by later and seemed sorry enough, I guess it�s hard when everything is so short notice. I knew I was going to have to be understanding as I went into this.
I hope that I wasn�t too domineering when we all were talking after the reading. I feel sometimes that I know the play very well, I don�t want to push my ideas out on everyone too early just because I�ve had a chance to become better prepared.
I'm weary. I guess this is going to be a weary time for me. I don�t think I�ll get any good sleep till the weekend. Well, better get on these emails to the set designer (just found out who it is!) and department heads (more scheduling woes)
There�s a chance we may be able to rehearse in the space when we get back from break-- I hope so. That would make up for the slow assembly of the production staff.
This is hard, but it�s the kind of hard I like.
Now to write a scene for this play about Bertrand Russell.
***inhale deeply****
05:47:20 - 2000-11-29
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