Sweet Lord in heaven. Now, I’m not a cosmo or allure afficiando, but I’m fairly certain both publications would frown upon getting a haircut in a state of extremem duress.
I now resemble my brother. my thirteen year old, style-lacking, brother.
Quit the Department of Health, got hired to write for a new T.V. Show, Soccer Mom Mysteries (look for it on lifetime, yeah!) and after having been strung along for WEEEEEKS I finally found out that the New School doesn’t hate my guts and wants me to come to NYC to audition — this weekend. Saturday and Sunday. It’s convenient as my Steppenwolf auditions are that Monday. What a strange time, all the lines you throw start coming back.
My Boston Troupe, Mosaic, was reviewed by the Globe this past week, hopefully this will pull in a bigger crowd as the time slot (sundays nights) is far from prime.
Ah me, time for tea and to nurse this throat infection of mine.
