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On Sleeping Around   Leave a comment

I’ve struggled with sleep issues since I was an early teen. In the 15 or so years since I started having issues, I’ve learned a lot about me and my sleep needs. I think I struggled in high school because of the way my bedroom was positioned in the house:

This diagram is not to scale in the least, but my bedroom was the one in the upper right-hand corner. Air didn’t naturally flow in and out of that room, and the sun was shining in the windows for most of the day. So the heat built up and never left. It was rarely cool enough for me to sleep. When I finally moved out, and into a house where the bedroom had the chance to get cool at night, I slept like a log.

Except for when the seasons change. Even though I spend 98% of my time indoors, whenever a solstice or an equinox hit, I can’t sleep for about a week while my body adjusts to…whatever the heck it needs to adjust.

It was recently the summer solstice, so Titania and Oberon danced on my brain for about a week. I’ve been weaning myself off of caffiene, but it hasn’t helped. Then last night, a thunderstorm brewed. Something I actually like about North Carolina: thunderstorm season. Last night was the first night of thunderstorm season, which meant that the heat finally broke.

I could feel it.

If I hadn’t had stuff to do last night, people to meet and places to go, I would have climbed into bed at 6:00 and been out by 7:00. But as it was, I downed a cup of coffee and chugged on. I went to bed around 11:00 or 11:30 instead (like I said: people to meet and places to go). And my body was out like a light.

I hadn’t slept in a week, so my body felt even heavier than usual. I didn’t even hear my alarm go off. I finally rolled over at 6:30 and realized that I was about half an hour late for work.

I called out. I feel bad, because I wasn’t actually sick. I just didn’t want to get in trouble. I didn’t actually say “I’m sick”, though, I just said “I am calling out”. I’m hoping that maybe, since I’m sleeping again, that means that tomorrow I will be awesome at work. Maybe. Here’s hoping.

Since I do have the day off unexpectedly, I’m reviewing my script again. As I said a few weeks ago on Facebook, I have two background roles, “Second Girl” and “First Cutie”.* As you can tell by the names, I’m never a standalone character. I have a scene partner in both. And, reading through the script, I realized that I am actually the Straight Man in both scenes. My scene partner is the Foil.

This is very weird to me, because consistently, across all of my acting career, I have either been part of a very large ensemble with no discernible character (fairies, cards), a character actor (Stapleton, Mrs. Pruitt), or the Foil (Second Deer, The Parade). I have literally never been the Straight Man in my entire life. Personally, I like being characters the best. You don’t have to memorize the entire play or carry the show. You just show up and add flavor to the experience of the show. You’re memorable without working too hard. This is why I was excited to audition for Olga the Manicurist. She’s a character, a one-scene wonder. The actress they ultimately chose for the part had much the same reading that I did, but with a better accent and a better sense of the character. So I’m pleased, both for her and for my ability to cold-read characters. But that still leaves me with two characters that I have no idea what to do with.

Really, for First Cutie, I think I have the what to do down pretty easily. Here’s her scenes:

Outside…outside a party, long story short, okay

First Cutie: It’s jammed.
Second Cutie: Oh, my boyfriend’ll get us a table.

More of the scene, then…

First Cutie: Thought you and the boyfriend had a row?
Second Cutie: We did.
First Cutie: What about?
Second Cutie: His wife.
First Cutie: His wife? What right has she got to butt in?
Second Cutie: He’s got some cockeyed idea that after twenty years he can’t kick her out.

They exit

Later, they reenter

Second Cutie: So there were on Saturday night and it’s Atlantic City. And he says: “I gotta go home tomorrow, baby!” And I says: “Why dja got to?” And he says: “My wife always expects me home on Easter Sunday.” So I says: “What’s she expect ya to do? Lay an egg?”
First Cutie: They got no sentiment.
Second Cutie: So I told him, “I had a great career until you made me give up the stage, you lunkhead. For what? A couple of cheesy diamond bracelets? A lousy car, which every time it breaks down you got to have the parts shipped over from Italy.”

They exit

I think First Cutie (my character) is only using Second Cutie for her connections, and is swiftly losing patience with Second Cutie. How I will portray that will have to do with Second Cutie. I’ll talk it over with her, whenever I see her again. I think it will be funny? Literally every single character in this story is 100% on board with cheating so a character who is annoyed by the whole prospect, but not for moral reasons, will be…she’ll be different, right?

Anyway the harder character is Second Girl, for some bizarre reason.

At a lingerie store

First Girl: Well, now we can put them all back again. Makes you drag everything out in the damn store, and doesn’t even buy a brassiere!
Second Girl: And that’s the kind who always needs one.
First Girl: This isn’t her type. That isn’t her type. I’d like to tell her what her type is.
Second Girl: I’d like to know.
First Girl: It’s the type that nobody gives a damn about! Gee, I’d like to work in a men’s shop once. What can a man try on?
Second Girl: Ever see a man try on hats? What they go through, you’d think a head was something peculiar.

They exit

That’s the entire scene for those two. They show up later in the scene to eavesdrop, but they have no other lines.

I feel like the key line for her is the last line. I have no idea how to gesticulate the meaning of that sentence. It needs something. I can’t just rattle off that line. It’s a punchline.

Maybe it, again, needs a readthrough with my scene partner. Or maybe not. I wish I had someone to talk about this with. But cats just kind of stare at you.

*Which reminds me. Yesterday I emailed my resume to James, because I was going to use his computer to print my resume out. I put in the subject “Resume For Printing” and then explained what I was doing in the body of the email. He emailed me back, saying that I had it all wrong and that it was actually a resume for being lovable.


Posted June 16, 2017 by agentksilver in Personal

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Two entries in one   Leave a comment

Last night I put almost all of my books into boxes. It was originally going to be just one or two of the smaller boxes. You know, keep them in a small box, so that they’re not so heavy to carry.

But then I tried putting it in a small box and I hadn’t even filled it halfway when I thought I should see how heavy this is. I tried to lift it, and I couldn’t. Too many books. So I took some books out and tested the box again; still to heavy. A third time, and it shifted a little but still wouldn’t move up. I emptied it so that it was only a quarter full of books, and now I could lift it.

I ended up having to distribute 128 books across six boxes of various sizes. I took 21 books out of my collection entirely. I still have two sitting by my pillow to keep me company until Sunday. I had 151 books on that shelf altogether.

This was all from my biggest bookshelf, but oh my goodness, you guys. With all of my other books, we were able to fill up this entire bookshelf of mine. I probably own around 200 books altogether. And James sent me an update from the apartment, where he has successfully merged our books together.

bookshelf full of books

half of those books are mine

Maybe…maybe I do have a problem.


So the only community theater that I’ve been able to find is are two fairly large theater companies, both based in a huge complex about half an hour from where I’m going to live. One of those is straight-up professional, and the other, well, here’s what the Raleigh Little Theatre says:

There are over 500 people who volunteer some of their time at RLT…As you can imagine, activities at RLT revolve around the shows we do. The theatre puts on 11 productions every season (July-June), so its just about one per month. And each production runs for 2-3 weeks. So as you can see, as one show closes, the next one is just about to start…here are some of the tasks volunteers do at the theatre. The theatre maintains a series of volunteer handbooks which describe some of the volunteer roles…

There is also a list of multiple people you can contact, depending on what you want to do. And there’s a separate mailing list entirely for volunteers. Yes, there’s stuff about how you’re “giving back” to the community and how you can donate your time based on how much you can give, but…

But maybe I’m just spoiled by all the options I’ve had up here in DC (outside of New York, DC is the most theatre-friendly city in the country). This doesn’t feel like community theatre. It feels like…like not-community theatre. Wow, am I glad I didn’t try to pursue a career in creative writing. I don’t feel like I would be contributing to an overall cause. I don’t feel like my presence will impact their ability to put the show on. Even in Sterling Playmakers, which is getting pretty big now, I still felt I was contributing. Even if all I was doing was putting a box onstage and then taking it off, well, I still had a feeling of “thank goodness I’m here to carry this box”. But with Raleigh Little Theatre, I’m getting a vibe of “we’ll let you carry this box since you’re here already.”

Maybe I’m pre-judging them. And I do need to build up theatre contacts if I ever want to do as my Britches and Hose suggest and start my own Britches and Hose 2.0 down there. But I’m just…I’m worried about my theatre options down in Raleigh.

Anything Goes   Leave a comment

Times have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.

If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows!

Anything Goes!

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose,

Anything Goes!

The world has gone mad today
And good’s bad today,

And black’s white today,
And day’s night today,

When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos

And though I’m not a great romancer
I know that I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes!


When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo’s,

Anything Goes!

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,

Anything Goes!

If driving fast cars you like,

If low bars you like,

If old hymns you like,

If bare limbs you like,

If Mae West you like

Or me undressed you like,


Why, nobody will oppose!


When every night,
The set that’s smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,

Anything Goes!

If saying your prayers you like,

If green pears you like


If old chairs you like,

If back stairs you like,

If love affairs you like

With young bears you like,

Why nobody will oppose!

And though I’m not a great romancer


I know that I’m bound to answer


When you propose,


Anything goes!