another gray sunday
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last night there was a plethora of liquor, all of which consumed rather quickly. in the scant time we had in the hazes of vigour, i discovered i have a high metabolism, and as such, get really drunk really fast, and then it just goes away.
sidenote. my tongue is writhing in anticipation of thai food.
i am tiptoeing around the universe today in a foggy mental state, watching another sunday proceed - it's the terminus of the week, i've decided, rather than the beginning of a new one. and as of the past weeks, it's been rainy sundays, as though deliberately mocking me. a sort of subdued oddness that causes my head to distend in a vague annoyance. perfunctory glimpses and glances out the window - you see, it's not even really RAIN, but it's fog, light-gray obolescence and drizzle. a depressingly repressed afternoon. last night was also a coffeehouse, from SPA, the first of the year, and there were monologues & fun. for some time, before more drunk.
sometimes, there are these winged doubts that kind of shriek inside of my skull, and gnaw on my cortex. you remember the past entries regarding the plays i may or may not be writing soon - yes, well. i've discarded both of them for now and i will be writing a play about MURDERS in ROOMS. in EVERY scene there is a MURDER.
is it just me, or is this journal heading swiftly downhill? urgh. i apologise for the brevity and indolence in these entries. they're not much fun to read. and there's nothing worse than reading apologia, so moving on- --
macbeth continues to go smoothly, mostly, and now we're in the homestretch. next week we begin runthroughs, and people will be offbook, which makes my job SO much more fun. memorizing lines is hard, i know, and memorizing shakespeare even more so.
ah, and yes. recently, i have gained the part of "benvolio" in Romeo and Juliet - it's my first paying gig as an actor, $600. which, needless to say, is great.
this odd detachment, today! i can't stomach it. a permanent frown, a furrowed brow, and a sigh that's always gone unmade, like a sweater being knitted, casually discarded to the side. the samples, matt nathanson, gary jules, all drenched-guitar pieces, muted wind-chimes. feel us shaking - i think it's the indolence that's driving me insane. and i think i'd REALLY like some mcdonald's right now. i'm not sure why, altogether.
the fact that, this year, there is a dearth of drama (at least, to my perception) and being largely cut off from the "quad" group, i feel .. odd, as if the middle of a transition. i "run into them" here and there, or have class together. but i mustn't subjugate people into pigeonholes of acquaintance .. just frequency of visitation. maybe i'm just tired. time to get some thai food, watch a movie, and relax in this vegetative state.
that's all sundays are good for, anyway.