it is really ten days?

Since my last post? Wow.

No light yet in the long dark passage to opening of Damn Yankees. The one show for this summer that I didn't get called back for. Not that I would have been cast at all, considering. Apparently I'm just waaaaay too valuable as a workhorse of limited talent.

But I'm not bitter.

I must say I'm lamenting the lack of time I have. My interns are wonderful and have risen to my highest expectations. Im sad that I couldn't be with them more.

I am NEVER doing this to myself again. I have no time for my friends, no time to sleep, no time to do my roots!

And during one of the busiest times. I've done this to myself, I know I know I KNOW.

FEH.

But at Least listening to Maria Callas sing "Un Bel Di Vedremo", and realizing that a million people in Louisiana and surrounding states have nothing left, is tempering my tendency to feel like a victim. The Big Easy is underneath floodwaters, people's pets are most likely drowned, and it'll be months (?) until they get anything back. Totally sucks. I wish I had time to go volunteer.