We started rehearsals for Schaffer's "Black Comedy" on Thursday. Since then it has been a mad rush of memorizing ridiculous amounts of text.
Oh right.
This again.
The show weighs heavily on physical comedy, so I am desperately trying to get off book as soon as possible (as always?). I keep telling myself that as soon as I'm memorized I will be having the time of my life.
Sometimes I think my passions don't stem from what make me happy, but rather what I forget makes me frustrated.
that is probably profound...my passions don't stem from what make[s] me happy, but rather what I forget makes me frustrated. Intuitively this makes sense...now if I could just figure out what it means...............
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