So it's an hour past the time I was hoping to be snuggled in bed with Will in the World (which I haven't picked up in a WEEK because I've been so crazybusy), preparing to go off to dreamland, and yet I am blogging. WTF? you might be asking yourself.
Well, I'm not in bed on time (which is scary because I'm getting up earlier tomorrow than I have been in quite awhile - but it's for a temp job at a retirement home with lots of sweet wonderful people who remind me of my granddaddy) and I didn't accomplish the last thing on my to-do list (website info for TRR that I really wanted to get done tonight - grrr), BUT...
BUT...
I FINISHED ALL OF MY STUFF TO APPLY TO THEATRE JOBS!
I know that doesn't sound like a very big accomplishment...but seriously, I feel like I just went through a semester in a week. And this weekend was Exam Week.
I created two kind of gorgeous disposable portfolios (for The Shakespeare Theatre and Long Wharf), dug out a writing sample, wrote and revised and re-wrote cover letters, totally overhauled my resume with the help and guidance of my dear gay fiance Peter Adams, completed applications...oy vey. Every waking moment this weekend that I wasn't working out, at auditions, or sleeping (or drinking, let's be honest), I was creating those portfolios. They both look way nicer than my *actual* portfolio, which is a bit sad. And I am eternally indebted, once again, to Peter for teaching me how to make them beautiful and perfect. I'm actually going to be sad to part with them.
All I need now is four copies of a letter of rec from Denise, and all of these suckas will be off to DC, Connecticut, Maryland, and Maine.
I really feel stupidly proud of myself for all this. I don't know why. It just took a lot of work and was really time-consuming and terrifying and nervewracking, and now the terror and nerve-wrack-iness will just come from the waiting-to-hear-back.
But in the meantime...I have SO MUCH OTHER STUFF TO DO. Seriously. It's ridiculous. Between tons of stuff forTRR, the dinner theatre, agreeing to direct Katie's senior thesis, preparing for SETC, overhauling my *actual* portfolio, trying to at least *kind of* finish my website, working toward the big 5K with my sister on the 24th and oh yeah, working to make MONEY so I don't starve to death...I'm so thrilled to have this off of my super-full plate.
I keep over-using the plate metaphor.
Okay. I'm loopy and exhausted. It's great to be busy again.
In conclusion, I'm super excited about TRR. This weekend was fantastic.
Oh, and also - Super Tuesday! Go Obama!
Oh! and extra conclusion...everyone keep my sweet precious angel Lisa in your prayers. Her grandfather's ill and she's gone to Georgia to be with him and I wish I could be there to hug her. :(
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just think: if you don't work, you'll starve, which would cause you to lose a whole lot of weight and you'll be so super skinny you could be a super model and then none of this theatre junk would be of any use because you'll be too busy working the runway for prada and dolce and all those other famous designers and you'll get really rich and make lots of friends and have hot boyfriends to kiss all the time and you'll live in a sweet new york loft and...
why are you working again?
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