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Less cranky then yesterday, am pleased it's cold and rainy here, am not looking forward to today's auditions.

I talked to the folks I'm SMing for this weekend (my one and only SM gig this year, as I want to spend my time acting, I just happen to love these people and it's only a three day gig), and that was fun. Lovely little accents and all (British theatre school showcase), which was a bit difficult on the cell phone. But the good news is I'm getting paid in their money, and with the exchange rate this means I'm making about twice as much as I expected. Certainly, it more than makes up for at least some of the dissapointments of yesterday.

Luhrmann's Alexander project has been scrapped at least for a year. I can't reproduce the grumbly noise I'm making in text, but if it means (among other things) he eventually makes the damn movie without DiCaprio, you won't see me complaining. That said, all I get in this department is whatever mess Oliver Stone is going to make of it? There's _so_ much shit here that can get fucked up. Ugh ugh ugh. God bless Colin Farrell our bisexual action hero though. Anyway....

More weird instances of famous faces in my dreams last night. Dreamt I made out with Jeff Goldblum because everyone we knew was boring, and then decided that actually, making out was pretty boring too, so we should just make fun of everyone we knew instead. No one ever said I was a charitable soul, even in dreams.

sundries

I want to get my hair cut very very badly right now, and I think my only option is to do it tomorrow between work and a meeting about a play, or else I'm going to get locked into the current state of the hair for said play if I get it, and I really don't want that to happen, because right now it's the wrong shape, isn't me at my most marketable and besides isn't resonating at all with any of my current momentary fixations (not that cutting it off will help in the least, but you know, I do what I can).

Something shook loose or cracked open or something inside me in the last couple of days, because I've got a different attitude about a lot of things. It's nothing significant, just, I have a much clearer picture of what I do and don't have room for in my life and as much as that leaves me feeling more desirious in more arenas than I generally find convenient, it's a pleasant change. I'd be more specific, but the specificity makes it sound infinitely more trite than it is.

I have a peculiar and well developed sense of honour. Now, if I could just find its boundaries, I'd have even less need of people than I do now, and yet be infinitely more able to spend time with them and enjoy it. It's like a fucking milimeter out of my grasp.

I have one of those meetings with a director tomorrow that I kinda don't know if it's an audition, a meeting with a director, or if I'm being plugged into a rehearsal. I sort of hate that, when I don't know what it is, especially as Kat and I are trying to schedule a bad movie moment, but it seems like a promising and fun gig, so fingers crossed and all good things.

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I don't know why I'm sharing this link other than I can think of at least a half dozen people who would say I were remiss for a half dozen different reasons if I didn't.

So, have at:

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/07/14/arts/dance/14DANC.html?hp