acting

I am full to the brim of mental tumors and high school musicals and fog machines and long drives home with the radio cranked up loud. This is one of those weeks that keeps me going every day, all day, and doesn't leave me room to stop and think. I guess I shouldn't complain--thinking, lately, has been getting me nowhere. This week I'll replace thinking with watching a fake governess and a fake captain and a fake family of seven fake fall in love with each other in a scuffed high school auditorium while I sit slouched down in my chair in the pit.