Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Wow, yeah. I am getting more and more and more convinced that I won't be auditioning for the next show, "Screwtape". May be this be my last show? I cannot handle this any more alone. I am so flipping sore and dog-tired after rehearsals. And then come home to a lonely apartment to muster up strength to stand and fix something to eat. Let alone the fact that household stuff gets ignored. Getting up the excitement to arise in the morning is disappearing as well. It aches so much just to gather the will to get ready for the day. I so want to just fetal the day through. How the dickens did Ol' Job carry through all his trials and tribulations? Who's got my back? Who is there to let me know to carry on?