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After all my aching and moaning about the play, it actually went spectacularly last night. So that's great. Tonight I have an audition, when I'd rather just relax and write for a bit, but after this I should be able to chill out some (unless I get it, of course).

So, time to write, time to be human, time to sleep, time to learn the monologue I've been meaning to from Myth, Propaganda and Disaster and so forth. I remain distantly preoccupied by something that was said to me at NIDA about the type of roles I should play, and how that's an impossibility for me in America, because romantic leads don't look like me. There isn't an answer really, other than not giving a damnm about any of it I suppose.

And, granted, I am always distantly proccupied by something.

Aussie junk food arrive today.