"Can we start another topic?" SGS wrote.
Sure, like I don't have enough to do, what with school and my brother's wedding and two damn French absurdist plays to see in one weekend and an editor (love yooooou) who seems to want a review of them within, like, a day. And the TKitty, who insists on being fed twice a day and has recently taken to shouldering her way onto my desk, which has far too many papers on it to make such shouldering a simple task. I tell ya, she's almost as high-maintenance as Dr. H, who actually expressed reluctance to deliver my coffee to me in the bed this morning.
Let's see, what news do I have? Well, there was my performance of the Hamlet monologue this week. (Sorry, Spinster, I forgot to alert you guys. As if.) I was actually reasonably proud of myself. Managed not to wander. Remembered all my lines and didn't bump into the furniture. And the feedback was good.
Although: It occurred to me on the way home that one of the young women in the class had done this to me.
Now, I think she and her classmates are too green to be as bitter and hateful and devious as all of you guys -- I mean that in the nicest possible way, of course -- so I'm sure she meant something positive when she told me that my reading of the "What a piece of work" line was "Just ... I don't know ... Amazing!" Or words to that effect.
Now we're on to scenes. And -- are you ready for this? -- my scene partner wants to to I.ii from The Tempest. And yes, she's playing Miranda--which means I'm playing all the exposition. Sigh...
Yo, Henley -- you oughta have some ideas about how to cut this one. Send me some notes, will you?