Thursday, Bloody Thursday

Ready for sleep, reeking of garlic and covered in stage makeup. Must be a Thursday. On a scale of Monday thru Sunday, Thursday's pretty near the bottom of the pile. I blame the midweek slump more than anything, though these days I'm in productions meetings for a new playwrit's thesis. She's definitely more up beat and willing to comment when the director is not around. Slowly, despite all the play's rough edges, I am beginning to find a way to enjoy the project. Wedding dresses, Harry Winston necklaces and transexuals, oh my! Lovely Larry, or director, is an odd duck to say the least. Now that we've all begun to branch out with our own ideas, I'm curious to see if meetings become more or less painful. I'd rather bury myself in the ballet project for class, but obligations must be filled.

Here's an upper: Doug landed in Baltimore yesterday at three in the afternoon.

And my students seem to enjoy the makeup class more every semester--something must be going right.

Models in drawing practice tomorrow. I still have high hopes of heading to the studio in the city to draw for 3 hours, but I doubt my workload (or my dirty laundry) will let me.

Ever notice how difficult it is to type seriously when you realize you're still keeping a diary. A diary open to the general populace nonetheless.