Tuesday, October 28, 2003
it was raining. and cold. boo.
at the audition, this terrible and completely innocent woman was saying, "i do shakespeare. but i do it like a new york broad. you know? that way, it sounds real. it sounds real. i do it with all the emotion and everything. just like modern day."
it was awful. and the awfulness didn't quite move me to tears in front of the auditor, though i'm embarassed to say i hoped it would. it moved me to, like, ennui and moderate discomfiture.
the good news is that the monkey's interview with the agent went well. in fact, it sounds like he's in. which is precious good news, indeed. i only wish i didn't feel like we'll forever be on separate golf courses. i'm afraid, maybe prematurely, that it's the same as it ever was: he's on his way to the country club while i fear in my heart what the next ten years will be like on the municipal green.
i'm trying to be nice. i'd have to be a monster not to be pleased. i feel kind of cold, though. between all this and the argument we had this morning about the freaking state of popcorn in the kitchen, of all things, it's been a longer day than you'd think.
it was awful. and the awfulness didn't quite move me to tears in front of the auditor, though i'm embarassed to say i hoped it would. it moved me to, like, ennui and moderate discomfiture.
the good news is that the monkey's interview with the agent went well. in fact, it sounds like he's in. which is precious good news, indeed. i only wish i didn't feel like we'll forever be on separate golf courses. i'm afraid, maybe prematurely, that it's the same as it ever was: he's on his way to the country club while i fear in my heart what the next ten years will be like on the municipal green.
i'm trying to be nice. i'd have to be a monster not to be pleased. i feel kind of cold, though. between all this and the argument we had this morning about the freaking state of popcorn in the kitchen, of all things, it's been a longer day than you'd think.
