Tired Tuesday follows Monster Monday. This has happened before. I quite frankly can’t BELIEVE how tired I am!!! But I must, must, must make a blog post, or I will once again be two posts behind. Think fast, Cindy, what can you type about (because obviously I am too tired to actually write) (that’s a reference to Truman Capote: “That’s not writing; that’s typing”) (but regular readers knew that). Where was I?
Last night we had rehearsal for Morning’s at Seven, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre. I did not know all my lines. I’m usually so good at learning them! I am also usually better at having a character and, you know, acting. Well, one does what one can. I looked over my lines during breaks at work. I thought about my character while working (I have the sort of job you can do and think about other stuff at the same time). I will strive to do better at rehearsal tonight. Tomorrow, when I do not have rehearsal, I will study my lines and go to bed early. After making a blog post which I hope will NOT be a Wuss-out Wednesday, but no promises.
In the meantime, I had better catch a second wind before rehearsal. It is too late for coffee, or I’ll never sleep after rehearsal. Maybe chocolate milk would do the trick. Or I could put on some peppy music and dance around the living room. That would have the added bonus of entertaining my husband. Perhaps I can report on my success or failure tomorrow.