Possible topics for today's post include: The lies women tell and why, the ramifications of telling anyone anything, or the good stand-by, staying up all night! Seeing as how I have discussed the first two in detail with my hetero-life-mate Tim, we will skip on to everyone's favorite: incoherent babble from beyond the alarm clock! The worst part would have to be when you go outside, and it's still pretty dark, clouds loom in the sky, and you just can't figure out whether it is evening or morning, and either way it would be nice to just crawl into bed. However, that is not an option. There are many things to do today! Luckily my old timey DOS games began to crash a few hours ago, so I did write some of those theater papers, although they take so damn long, just because it's hard to come up with character histories when you are trying to memorize four other things at the same time. But I suppose nighttime is the right time for BS, and because of that, character/script analysis are complete! Now if I could just find whatever random notebook I scribbled down my monologue critiques in, I'd be all set. On top of all of this it is almost time to go home for Thanksgiving, so there isn't really too much more I want to do. So lets break down today shall we? A few cigarettes to keep me awake and active, some random typings mocked up to look like actual work, perhaps a few rounds planning the Dutch War of Independence in South America, (gotta get those muzzles loaded boys, so take off those clogs and get to work!) dragging myself down the street for Voice class, where I am hoping that delightful British woman is still substituting or I may actually have to do something today, and I'm just not up for it at all. After that I may take a math test, depending on how quickly I can cram my calculator full of formulas, and then a performance test, by which time I will have totally lost it. In steps the Giant Russian Workbook, proclaiming something about freedom of the workers, but at the same time making me write all sorts of things inside of it, and I'm just not looking for that kind of relationship with printed material right now. Throw in some coffee and a few more cigarettes and hey, you have a wonderful day of being really fucking tired. So, I will probably be back here sometime today, seeing as how when I have a lot to do, this is all that actually gets done, but it's just because I love the internet so damn much, I feel the need to add my own however many words this is in. And though no one may like what I have to say, you can't do anything about it, because this is America! Well, at least for now, looks like W is putting on his giant smashing boots and is soon going to come tearing up a little something called EVERY FREEDOM WE HAVE! But hey, if no one can talk, it makes it that much harder for people to lie to you, even when you ask them over and over again if they are telling the truth. I guess it is just good training. Take the pain and feelings of betrayal and stuff them in your actor's toolbox, sit on top of it until they suffocate, and then give a big smile and yell at everyone in the audience in hopes of a callback. And.... scene!