Hopped Up

I'm at Morebucks again, getting myself hopped up on their special, chewy brew. About curtain time, I start getting that wacky quivvery feeling. Seems to work well for the character.

There I was, shaking my fist at the heavens, cursing the day I was born, and thinking of ways to make my carton of soymilk into a fast-acting poison when I got an email from the director of our little show.

Seems the Off-Broadway theatre she's interning at is in DESPERATE need of a handsome, twenty-something actor--the guy they cast took another job. And she recommended me. Highly.

I have an audition tomorrow at 10:30am.

In other news...

I've decided that they came up with putting milk in coffee because grown ups felt too silly asking for ice cubes.