Play.

[rosiedoes]

So, today is the last day. Thank fuck. We have a performance at 3.00pm and one at 7.30pm and then the party. And then set strike tomorrow. For about an hour. At ten o'clock in the morning. Meh.

Don't get me wrong: I love acting. I just get so bored doing the same play for two weeks when the play itself doesn't interest me. I could have done Accrington Pals forever (although I would permanently have had a Lancashire accent, then).

I've also somehow got myself involved in a rehearsed play reading - and I don't know when or what the play is.

I'm exhausted, I really am. I have Monday and Tuesday off work - but Monday I will be volunteering in Harrow and Tuesday I might have something on as well. I was asleep by midnight, last night, and couldn't sleep past ten this morning. I just can't seem to stay asleep as long as I used to, any more. I wish I could.

I'm so looking forward to having free time again. Jules and I need to get TCO finished and forward the packs to the boys' agents. We've heard nothing from Joe since CJ Wallis told him it existed - and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. At least there hasn't been a cease and desist letter!

And then there's the matter of Boyan - who doesn't seem to have done anything in about a year. What the hell is he up to?!

We've hardly done anything on Tim, yet...

But, I suppose that is the point of having more time once this play is over. We have some motivation, now.

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[rosiedoes.livejournal.com]

Yeah - I mean, if you can support yourself and be an active part of the economy, what's the problem?!