As I sit here in the dark morning, the wind is howling outside my windows…yikes! It isn’t even November yet! Temps are “normal” but with wind chill figured in, the meteorologist this morning said to take a warm coat.
Speaking of warm, I have had a sharp, throbbing pain in my right center right buttock (how’s that for convaluted sentence structure?) on and off for days. I woke up this morning and limped around for the first few minutes. I’m sitting on my heating pad and ahhhhhhhh….it feels so good. Don’t know if the pinched nerve thing is feeling any better, but I have a toasty warm butt!
Lines, lines, lines…it is so hard to learn lines by myself. I normally tape-record myself reading everyone’s lines and listen non-stop to and from work. But I just can’t get it done this time, so I have been living with my script in my hand…wherever I go, there goes my script. I want my old brain back!!!!! I live in constant fear that I will have one of those completely blank moments onstage that strike me more frequently in real life…that moment where your brain knows the word, but your mouth can’t say it…you just stand there trying to spit it out…and when you can’t the world just stops and improv flies out the window. The fear of having that happen makes it happen, I fear. This just pisses me off. I finally have time and energy to act agin and I can’t remember my lines (or I worry that I won’t). Sigh…
Speaking of scripts, I will be wearing a wig in this play…the first time I have ever worn a real wig, onstage or off. I think it will be my hair in two or three scenes and the wig in two or three. Since the subject was raised at rehearsal, my mind has taken a fancy to the notion. I was on a wig website yesterday to pick my Clairee wig and was completely overwhelmed with choices. I’m tempted to buy a couple of wigs for myself and see if I can change my look every now and again. Hmmmm….too weird?
OK, I have started this last paragraph three times and each time, backspaced over what I wrote. Just a reflection, I guess, of the fractured state of my early-morning brain. Time to get up and make like a real grown-up.