b and i leave tomorrow for a two week european journey and i must say, trying to leave the continent is very stressful! i suppose as you get older and have a place that you live with cats and plants, it takes more than just a hastily packed bag and a plane ticket in order to leave the country. so needless to say, this week has been an insane flurry of activity and change. on monday, i knew exactly what i was doing for the rest of the summer. on tuesday all that changed. my life (or the life i need to live in order to pursue my artistic endeavors) seems to have no real basis in normalcy.

i think i need to make peace with the chaos.

remember when i said i was trying to do some "life-planning?" well, it looks as if that's just not in the cards. not my cards at least. my cards are weirdly shaped and impossible to hold. they're pink and green with polka dots and you can't fan them out in your hand nicely. nope. no life plan here. only england, france, a show and another show.

and i turn almost thirty on monday.

wish me luck.

theatre on the lake of michigan!

it's official!

"roustabout: the great circus train wreck!" will remount at chicago park district's theatre on the lake this summer!

hula hoops, ribbons, dead clowns! one week only! july 11th through the 15th!

i strongly advise that you purchase your tickets now. this show will sell out because it's just that awesome.

xo!

omg.

work

i'm writing to you all from temporary work purgatory; the land of nice people, monotonous work, the occasional phone call and almost absolute silence. every so often, someone will walk by with a "hello" or "how you doin'" but mostly, it's just quiet. there's just me and my myspace.

do you work in an office?

how do you do it?! i mean, it's only my third day and i'm already starting to lose it. and from the conversations i've had with friends who work in these weird environments, i've learned that it's all about paper shuffling and appearing to be doing actual work. strange.

i suppose it's just hard for me to get used to. i come from the land of diapers, chalk drawing and unintelligable screams of joy. a place where there is no such thing as silence and the "work" you do generally doesn't seem like work at all. i miss it.

good luck out there.