What I Did For Love.... I guess.

I can't quite remember the last time I was this tired.... A Chorus Line opens in two weeks, which means right now is the crunch time... perfecting steps, notes, technique... and doing that finale over and over and over. Singing, "One singular sensation, every little step she takes" for hours on end is slowly beginning to corode my brain and drive me insane. There isn't a moment in the day when I don't have that song drifting through my head. Marvin Hamlisch, a plague on both your houses.... the one in Malibu too.

Amidst all of this, I am also trying to finish my screenplay by May 1 so that I can submit it to the Academy of Arts and Sciences competition for the Nicholl Fellowship in screenwriting. This is my fifth screenplay, but the first that I have felt confidant enough of to begin submitting it. Of course, it has to be postmarked in four days, and I am just now beginning my second draft.

Rehearsing, writing, rehearsing, re-writing, while trying to stick to my new workout regime is proving slightly harder than I initially anticipated. Also, Sunday I'm doing a special demonstration of the Ragtime Animal Dances that I performed a couple weeks ago. I should probably try to refresh my memory before Saturday's rehearsal....

My body hurts, my mind is numb, and all I want to do is watch Golden Girls.... which I think I may do right now. I have learned that nothing in life is so overwhelming that it can't be solved by a cup of Twinings Lady Grey and a little time with Bea Arthur and Betty White.

God, could I possibly be gayer?

Thank you for being a friend....