No, I’m not Josh Hartnett. I’m much sexier. However, I did also have an agonising experience that lasted 40 days and 40 nights, and it did also involve vaginas. Maybe I am him. I call this story: The Tale of the Late Period.
Tag: frustration
The Next Step
So….what’s next?
With the Fringe well and truly over, it’s time to think what the hell I’m gonna do next. I’ve taken a well deserved break from doing any writing or acting and have spent my spare time binge watching Project Runway, sleeping and posing in the mirror. It’s been great, but now it’s time to be productive again. Continue reading
Frustration
Today was a frustrating day at rehearsals. I don’t know what it was, but I just wasn’t getting it. And it’s not like it was mad hard stuff like spit some Shakespeare in an avant garde style whilst interpreting Chekov through use of masks. It was just…stand up here, move your arm there. Do it this way, do it that way. Simple.
