Down & Out
Jul. 11th, 2005 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingYesterday was Steph's and my six month celebration. We also went to Spotlight (Maskobalo business) and saw a girl who Steph swears black and blue is the girl from Series of Unfortunate Events. I know she's a Melburnian, so this isn't as far-fetched as it sounds.
Woke up this morning at five, knowing I was sick. This is my second headcold in two weeks since we've been in the house - it gets absurdly cold at night - but now I'm sleeping with the 'lectric blanket on, & we have Steph's doona on top of the enormous pile of blankets, we should be OK, and hopefully I won't get sick again. I suspect this is a knock-on from glandular - immune system still shot to shit, and it hasn't been good at protecting me from colds anyway. This didn't destroy my morning, though. I lay in bed for a bit while Steph pottered and tidied the house. She made me lemon water & toast and was just generally there. I love my girl.
Found out about Dorian Gray after she left for work. Didn't get the part. Wasn't particularly surprised, but it has sent me into a bit of a depression. I used to want to be an actor - but figured that since the use-by date isn't much later than that of a dancer (which I have the expression but not the body for), I'd started too late. I still like acting, love the theatre, but it's an amateur thing. I haven't done any acting in a couple of years - have been working and studying hard so that I can get a "real" job. Now wonder whether it's worth trying out for anything ever again.
But, the more sensible side of my brain interrupts, you've had a few good roles - one or two that were essentially leads. You're clearly not complete crap.
Yes, responds the depressive side, not wanting to listen to reason, but one was in year twelve, and one was at uni. The last role I had was in Hamletmachine, with Sam G----. I had about four lines.
That is Sam G----,though. That's not real theatre, responds Sensible. And he promised you the part of Cassandra in Agamemnon later that year.
And cast someone else in it anyway! trumpets Depressive. And didn't bother to tell me. So what does that say, eh?
Then Depressive stomps off to the couch, to watch daytime TV and eat chocolate. This has not, on the whole, been a very constructive morning as a result. Think I'll close these windows & try to attend to what I'm actually meant to be doing, viz. Fat Lady Digest.
Speaking of which, the deadline's the end of this week. I know some of you were interested in writing for us. You haven't much time left. Please give it a shot. We need your submissions.
Woke up this morning at five, knowing I was sick. This is my second headcold in two weeks since we've been in the house - it gets absurdly cold at night - but now I'm sleeping with the 'lectric blanket on, & we have Steph's doona on top of the enormous pile of blankets, we should be OK, and hopefully I won't get sick again. I suspect this is a knock-on from glandular - immune system still shot to shit, and it hasn't been good at protecting me from colds anyway. This didn't destroy my morning, though. I lay in bed for a bit while Steph pottered and tidied the house. She made me lemon water & toast and was just generally there. I love my girl.
Found out about Dorian Gray after she left for work. Didn't get the part. Wasn't particularly surprised, but it has sent me into a bit of a depression. I used to want to be an actor - but figured that since the use-by date isn't much later than that of a dancer (which I have the expression but not the body for), I'd started too late. I still like acting, love the theatre, but it's an amateur thing. I haven't done any acting in a couple of years - have been working and studying hard so that I can get a "real" job. Now wonder whether it's worth trying out for anything ever again.
But, the more sensible side of my brain interrupts, you've had a few good roles - one or two that were essentially leads. You're clearly not complete crap.
Yes, responds the depressive side, not wanting to listen to reason, but one was in year twelve, and one was at uni. The last role I had was in Hamletmachine, with Sam G----. I had about four lines.
That is Sam G----,though. That's not real theatre, responds Sensible. And he promised you the part of Cassandra in Agamemnon later that year.
And cast someone else in it anyway! trumpets Depressive. And didn't bother to tell me. So what does that say, eh?
Then Depressive stomps off to the couch, to watch daytime TV and eat chocolate. This has not, on the whole, been a very constructive morning as a result. Think I'll close these windows & try to attend to what I'm actually meant to be doing, viz. Fat Lady Digest.
Speaking of which, the deadline's the end of this week. I know some of you were interested in writing for us. You haven't much time left. Please give it a shot. We need your submissions.
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Date: 2005-07-10 11:11 pm (UTC)I'm just gloomy and I'm not sure why...
*shuffles off to Black Lagoon*
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Date: 2005-07-13 12:31 am (UTC)Oh dear...
Date: 2005-07-11 02:16 am (UTC)I'm doing a Draco fic. :-\ Waah!
Re: Oh dear...
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Date: 2005-07-13 01:40 am (UTC)pick a day...
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Date: 2005-07-11 04:56 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you didn't get the part.
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Date: 2005-07-13 05:19 am (UTC)=D