Saturday Evening Post

Terrible, terrible. My record for this week is terrible. Two posts? Oh, Adia.

Nevertheless, I'm still alive. Not much has happened. School shows were difficult to get through, and there seemed to be a lot of them, even though it was no more or less than normal. I fell during one of the shows while running the first race, which doesn't go anywhere, it just uses a strobe light and I run in place, which makes it even funnier that I fell, but accidents will happen, says Elivs Costello. I just ad libbed a little and kept going.

I had an audition this week, only one, and I didn't get it. It was an industrial for Best Buy, and I couldn't talk without tripping over my words. That's what I get for drinking coffee beforehand. I was drinking coffee, however, to get rid of the headache. I had to feed the beast or I wouldn't have been able to concentrate. I don't really mind, though. Industrials are industrials.

I scanned my comp card today, just for all you lucky folks out there in Internetland.

Ta da!