petchenka

9:34 p.m. - 2002-01-05

I received a very long e-mail from Reyu that I can't for the life of me come up with a coherent response to, and am currently in the midst of a very long conversation with the same. Quoth he, on the subject of the one act he wrote for the spring:

"I have a mental picture of what kind of cast I want. You're cool and all but I just don't have a role that would fit you. I'll set you read the play and see what you think."

Quoth I: "Gee, thanks. My self-esteem just skyrocketed. The point of acting is to act, you know. You're not supposed to hop onstage and be yourself. Yes, I'd like to."

So much for impartial auditions and all. I wonder what Lihs' play is like... He'll be sorry he never saw my incipient dramatic genius blossoming under his nose... Someday, when I'm a...a...a.. when I've decided to be something and succeeded admirably at it, he'll wish he'd been more considerate. Now all I have to do is succeed admirably at something...

My neck hurts. Might as well pile on another complaint while I'm at it.

Adieu.

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