Cadbury Carnival
I finished my show and now have nothing strenuous on the agenda. You would think that’s a good thing, but not so in my book. I have done some writing and caught up on some things, but there is definitely a void after the busy theater wave of the last couple of months. I have tried to supplement it by watching every musical known to man, reading Eugene O’Neill’s plays from last to first, and listening to Broadway’s best on Sirius radio. I also have the problem of lots of food and not enough activity. I have been neglecting my gym membership quite a bit, making excuses when it is laziness that might be more the blame. You can’t get on a Ben and Jerry’s pint a day habit and pig out for long without paying the price on the waistline eventually.
There has also been some alarming and not good family news lately, adding to the stress zone. I never realized when one chip falls out of the machine, the whole computer is not functional… at least not as normal as it use to. People take bad news in different ways and show it in others. You have crying, distant looks, rage, and in my case internal combustion. I am hoping everything works out in the end. I guess you have to realize it is not in your hands in the end. It is someone else’s or some other beings to decide what occurs.
In other news, I am enthused to be getting some writing done and with any luck I will have a productive session this Saturday collaborating on it. I am hoping to put together a dueling acoustic thing: I also might write a music score of some type. That’s the game plan anyways.
This rant didn’t have much point other than getting some murky gunk off my chest. It was intended for myself, and did serve a purpose, if only for me. Here’s to getting fat, writing tunes, neuroticism, stress, and no control.