Hmmm... so yes. How was your Good Friday spent? Mine was basically lying on my bed staring out at the clouds day dreaming.
Then there was this lil stint of a passion play that I performed in. Dear lordy, the people cannot act! Then again, look at how many devout catholics there are in the movie business. And no, techies don't count in this instance. Seriously, everyone was forgetting lines, falling out of character, or even walking straight into the spotlight when they're not suppose to be in the scene. Doesn't exactly help that our director/script writer/ dictator is a child of the feminist revolution back in the 70's just aching for a chance to direct again. You'd think that almost 3 decades of stage experience would garnish some sort of knowledge in the use of lighting. But no, the spot lights were horrendous. And any colored lights washed out all colors. Blech.
Afterwards, much congrats from everyone 'round, dinner at a buffet, and home.
But I couldn't go to sleep. Instead I spent three hours tossing and turning with the sudden realization... it's a bit sad, actually. I hardly know the guy. He is cute, that is a plus. Erm... um, yeah. So now I'm developing something for Tyler. No, not Ty; this one's from the cast of the passion play. Dear lordy. @_@
Remind me never to day dream about picking out china and silverware at Sears.
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