"For the life of me, I cannot remember... What made us think that we were wise, and we'd never compromise?"
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blahmusic: "The Freshman (Album Version, 4.30)" - The Verve
After Midsummer, maybe it started, but I don't think so. I was looking forward to the show. And while Meghan and I are the least-often paired match for Janet and Brad, I was looking forward to working with it with her. I knew that after a week of cast disturbance, it would be weird all around perhaps.
However, I was phenominally dissatisfied.
It was just a lacking show. Brad and Janet was fine. I was bugged at some castmembers, some audience members... Most audience members weren't there... I don't know if there was a coup or something, but there were maybe 20 people, and several of them newish. Also, these 20, with the exception of a grating 2, were the quietest audience members I can remember having.
I was in a massively glum mood post-show. I left without saying goodbye, and just bolted home. The plan was to spend some quality time with Matt, 'cause that's been severely lacking. It looked, for about a half hour, that it wasn't going to happen, but I realized I really needed closeness. We were sleeping sometime after 5. And I slept for some eight hours.
Watched Alice in Wonderland so I could review it on my site... Realized that I hadn't ever seen part of it before. Or I really, really don't remember it.
I'm still not altogether, but I don't really have any explanation for it. Just... not correct. Matt will be home from driving Spark home soon (they were over for a few hours; they ate and we watched What Women Want on TNT with our own indelible audio commentary), and we'll be all cuddly and watching Queer as Folk. Hopefully I'll get out of this funk.
This weekend is Jeff Mach's overnight, which I am looking forward to. And the week after that is Hat Pick Night. I sternly refuse for that to not be fun.
anxious