Meh

Week two of terrible mood. Can’t really say why. Just feeling general crappiness. October was tough—the most tangible event being my aunt’s death—but many other small losses, happening, some to me some to people I love which made it feel like a weighty, heavy month. It also meant figuring out what I was actually doing once back in DC after the great simplicity of Connecticut. And money woes, and health insurance, and changing weather (finally, actually) and now it’s November, and November should be better.

I am busy, my fault, classic over-booking where I think I can say yes to everything and then end up feeling like I am letting everyone down as a result. I stew on the feeling, I feel scattered and incompetent, no one gets the best part of me, and it’s grand, just grand.

I can’t find half of my winter clothes. Has anyone seen my winter clothes? Did I leave them somewhere?

That said--the work I am doing I am happy about. Happy to have worked with a great bunch of folks last night on a reading for Solas Nua happening at Playbill Café tonight. Cool female playwright, great bunch of actors. 7pm, come by if you can.

And then later in the month we will be doing another reading of NOOR at American University. I’m glad to revisit that, Mr. Ahmed has made some well-chosen adjustments, and again—the folks at the J have amassed a great team of actors.

But mostly—mostly, I’m hanging out with a bunch of pirates. (Hold for pre-requisite "Arggghs".) I’m assisting over at Roundhouse on a project that is proving to be great fun. It’s a fabulous group of familiar Washington faces, all wielding swords and daggers and parrots and scars and the swashbuckling ways of “men of fortune”. This one will be great fun to watch, truly.

So, really, why the funk? I dunno. Dunno how to get out of it. Drugs? No—drugs are bad, which we learn from Hannah’s link to crack-motivated-alley-sex here. Watch at your own risk.

Anyway, I guess that’s my long-winded way of saying, I’m off the blog lately because I am off in general lately. Seriously, only so much sighing and shrugging that I want to share with the world.