So, Ol' Pa's passed on. Funeral is on Tuesday, internment on Wednesday... That's really all there is to say about that.
Macbeth went really well! We almost sold out several nights, and I think that (for the most part) it was a really consistent production. I had a blast working with everyone -- Travis taught me a lot -- and I am really glad to have had the opportunity to work on such a challenging role. Frank Bryant and I are the Irene Ryan nominees from the show, and boy, are we stoked! I'm going to start ordering plays ASAP... probably with student loan money, haha.
Anyway, onto more thought-provoking stuff.
Socially, I feel like I'm in kind of an awkward place. Like, people need me to be something specific, and it's more along the lines of being a good listener than being someone who is having feelings and experiences of their own. I have a lot I'd like to talk about, a lot of personal business, but I feel like the only people I can trust with certain things are either (a) too emotionally drained because of their own lives or (b) completely disinterested.
It's kind of a difficult spot, because I've had some scary shiz happen this week. Grandpa's death, the physical manifestation of incredibly negative energy, complete vulnerability, progressing anxiety... and all in a period of five or six days. Spencer's in California with Sara (which is a shitstorm in and of itself)... and to be completely honest, I feel very alone. For the past four hours I've been sitting in my room doing crossword puzzles and listening to the Crazy Heart soundtrack.
I just want to sleep for eighty million years.
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