I tried to kill myself a few nights ago. I was in a place where I just didn't care anymore and I remembered how my mom is always talking about the stats on deaths due to salmonella, which is actually really common. So I went to the fridge, grabbed a hunk of raw cookie dough, and ate a bunch of it. Then I waited for hours to start to feel the effects, planning on keeping them a secret until it was too late. Thankfully my cookie dough wasn't contaminated and I just got a headache from watching too much TV while I waited. But I felt pretty stupid the next morning when I realized what I had done.
However my bad attitude continued all week and made back-to-back rehearsals of "Romeo and Juliet: Scene Two" and "Dinner with Benevolence" a little worse than they had to be. DwB was written and directed by a really uptight friend of mine and the leads rarely show up on time or know their lines. I'm directing the Romeo and Juliet scene for Comp, and the teacher won't let us change the genders of any of the characters (eg, Lord Capulet is played by a girl, but we can't make it Lady Capulet). Also, most of the cast has no idea how to read Shakespeare or remember their blocking.
My performance of DwB is in 2 1/2 hours. Alex better have memorized his lines or I'll put on his costume and say them. For Pete's sake, he's had weeks to work on them, and he's a total theatre brat. The least he could do was have one clean run before the day of, and he has yet to make it through his monologue without starting over. I'm playing his mother-in-law, and I'm starting to understand why she wanted her daughter to marry someone else. Unfortunately Alex has picked up on my sentiments and called me out on my sarcasm. Damn him! I'm being as polite as I can possibly be, and he should be thanking me for holding out, the frickin entitle SOB.
Well, I'll post later to say how it went. Although I may be posting from a holding cell and facing murder charges ;P
God-den good fellows!