It has been a long while, world. Did you miss me, members of the faceless throng?
First, two reasons why I love xkcd.com
I secretly hope that this might happen to me someday while at work.
This past week has been especially busy, which a dash of crazy for good measure. It’s been one of those weeks where I think about the events of the past Tuesday, and it feels like they happened a month ago. And even though I’m ridiculously tired, I can’t help but be strangely content.
I was going to break this down day by day, but egads I don’t want to pretend I’m that important. I will say that this week consisted of 3 gigs/shows, 2 rehearsals, and 1 audition… with lots of driving and work in between. Good thing I changed my oil on Saturday…………………………………….
Ah screw it.
Day 1, Sunday: Rehearsal for Projekt Newspeak – Lesson learned: I can’t remember what happened on this day.
Day 2: Rest day (i.e. dinner at Salo-Salo. Boneless Bangus, FTW!) – Lesson learned: I am scary-looking.
Day 3: Room to Improv Rehearsal. Lesson learned: leave your troubles at the door. A life-addled mind makes for poor improv, and is especially detrimental during an improv class. I say my ‘craft’ is more important than most areas of my life… and I forgot that on Tuesday. Never again.
Day 4: Projekt Newspeak gig at USC. – Lesson learned: buy a gig bag.
Day 5: Audition – Lesson learned: Get the music earlier. Sing better. Learn how to dance.
Day 6: Room to Improv October Show – Lesson learned: While it may suck, it’s ok to have a “learning” show every once in a while. It cuts down on hubris.
Day 7: Room to Improv show at FilAmFest/Pacquiao fight at Kris’ – Lesson learned: Not all Filipinos get it when you poke fun at PCN cliches. Poetry can slip into Shakespeare oh so easily. Also: Yes, Pacquiao fights can be a matter of national pride. Must stop eating.
Today: Projekt Newspeak Rehearsal – Lesson learned: Read the damn rehearsal schedule. Also, mock trials and cursing at the top of one’s lungs don’t mix.
Can’t… keep… eyes… open.
Pippin: “Is there much hope for Frodo and Sam?”
Gandalf: “There was never much hope. Just a fool’s hope.”
I’ve been attempting to write something quasi-profound for the last 20 minutes and all I’ve got is a seemingly impertinent LOTR quote.
Ah ye ghastly muses, for which foul knave hast thou forsook me this night?
If I ever spoke aloud the way my mind thinks… I would have fewer friends than I do now.