Okay, time to be scared. Testing WinXP on my computer at home. So far soo good... I'm posting at least.

Show tonight in Newport was REALLY good. Alot of letting go and just running with it, which is what it's all about.

Must go to bed now, though...

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Windows XP is now shutting down...

Yummmmmmm... this diet sucks my ass. And not in a good way.

I have, however, discovered the beauty of Silk Vanilla Flavored Soy Milk. It's my new drink of choice. :)

What a boring topic for a journal entry, huh?

Last night was the Greater Boston Improv Festival... much fun was had by all. Some of my cast mates competed against the other 3 big Improv groups in town. It rocked. We lost to Improv Boston by half a point on their turf doing their style of Improv. That says a shitload about how good our people are. :)

41 Days till I leave for Nepal!!! WOOOOOO!!!

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::insert something witty here::

I just had what is undoubtedly the worst show of my life. It was even worse that the high school show choir show where one of our stunts went bad and I got kicked in the side of the head.

FUCK!

How the hell can they expect us to perform sketches when we don't get to rehearse them? It's not fair. I'm so worried about being forced to do something I'm not comfortable with that I get all pissed off, throw a fit in front of the cast and my whole show goes to fuck. Is it worth it? At the moment I'd say no. I'm sure tomorrow I'll feel differently, but for right now I'd just like to tell some folks they can start the fucking right off, pronto.

Of course, I've also got a worry in my head because the last time I was this angry over something stupid and really couldn't explain it well enough to myself was September 10th. I woke up the next day to all hell breaking loose. I'm hoping that this is just me being a diva and not being psychic.

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!

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Take this job and shove it, I ain't workin' here no more...

Ahhh, yes... for the first time, I've been recognized outside of the Asylum as a performer. Granted, it was shortly after a show on the T, but still, it's quite a rush. Put that on top of a good show and it's better than any drug there is.

---interruption for a phone conversation--

Totally lost track of what I was writing, but I had the word 'Down' written. It means nothing to me. NOTHING! Bah!

Anyway, that was my bestest friend Rog calling to congratulate me on a practical joke I didn't commit. Lemme 'splain:

Two weekends ago, Rog his wife Rachel, and our friends Steve and Val came to see me perform in Newport. On the ride up, they had a TWO HOUR conversation about Val's clown phobia. As they were finishing the conversation, a clown drove by in a Ford Escort and waved. Freaky. Well, add to that the fact that one of our scenes in the show that night revolved around an evil clown kidnapping someone and you've got priceless images of Val trying not to run from the theater screaming. :)

So Roger and I were talking about subscribing Val to one of those e-mail lists where she gets daily Clown e-mails. She's getting them now, but neither Rog nor I signed her up for them! She's got Ghost Clowns...

Okay, time to go run off all this post show energy. God I love performing.

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*THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP*
Clowns! AHH AHHHHHH! {wonk wonk} They'll kill every one of us!

So lunch is sitting in front of me. Roast beef, candied baby carrots and a salad. That makes me happy.

So does the fact that I do, indeed, have a show tonight. I'd not realized how much not performing in so long was altering my mood... but when Improv is your drug, what can you do?

I'm in one of those "I *SO* don't want to be in the office" days. I'm totally worthless (yea, more so than usual) today. There are more weighty things that I was going to write about, but I'm in too good a mood to do it. :)

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Celebration time, come on!
Let's all celebrate and eat my roast beast!

So there are alot of things bouncing around in my head at the moment. The most prominent right now being that there are some changes coming up at the Asylum. Nothing that' going to boot me out of a job there any time soon, but stuff that's going to make us all re-evaluate what it is we really want out of it.

The very nature of the Touring Company is on the verge of change... we're getting new people, which is cool, but in doing so those of us who are there already will be getting less stage time and less rehearsal time. Not that 3 will make that big a difference, but I won't have a guaranteed show every week now. As it is, I feel rusty if I miss a week for the day job. Now, missing a week because there isn't a show for me... oy.

It SHOULDN'T be that bad, but I can't help but be a little nervous.

On a lighter note, I crashed the House of Tang's party over the weekend and had Mucho fun! Good people, good laughs, friendship and warmth. All important things. Must have more. :)

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