08/03/2002 - 11:31 p.m.

I need a fix cause I'm going down

Play tonight and tomorrow. My opinions on that have been previously expended.

They've cancelled the ARTS day in Chicago, so I shan't be going. Damn. I was looking forward to that too.

It's raining, but it doesn't sound like normal rain. It sounds, tougher than that, like perhaps there's ice mixed in there too.

I have a burning desire to get to a post office. Actually, I have a lot of burning desires. Too many to list.

Tomorrow I'm going to usher for a little kids show at Hoyt Sherman Place. It's for little kids, not by them. Apparently it's next to impossible to get tickets, and ushers don't have to pay but they get to watch the show. Really, that wouldn't be a half bad job- an usher at a Broadway (or in any theatre district) theatre. They get paid to sit and watch shows. I mean, how much could that suck? Only if you had to kick somebody out, I guess. However, I think I've read that ushering is a difficult job to get because there's a regime to work your way through so that you can actually get to usher for good shows.

I'm sleepy and I ought to try to make myself not disgusting for tomorrow, but frankly, it's not worth it. I know children: they're disgusting too.

Funny, I'm in a good mood until I start generalising. In particular, I love acting; in particular, I love theatre people; in particular, I love rain; in particular, I love humanity: it's in general that I have the problems. I like tiny little bits of things, but when you step back to examine the whole, it's too, er, miserable. Kind of like the ARTS day thing, it sounded like a good, feasible idea and things would've been great, but when I think about it a little more, I think that really, it probably would've just been sort of strange.

I need to go to bed and stop being weird.