That's what Rob said at rehearsal last night and it made me feel both excited and anxious.

We had one of those rehearsals last night, where things just didn't go that well. We had a white noise generator (some sort of sound screen) going in the room, since the space is a speech therapy place and the therapist had a late appointment. It made Jeremy completely...um...crazy. Then lines were just not coming out of people's mouths. Maria has been fasting for spiritual reasons (I joked that she was on a hunter-gatherer diet, since she's only eating fruits and nuts, only drinking fruit juice and water), so she was a little light-headed.

It happens. I was actually waiting for the not-great rehearsal, especially since we're due. I'd much rather get it out of the way, honestly. There's always one or two.

Dana closed rehearsal early and I don't blame him. There's not much you can do if the actors aren't happy.

Next week we have two rehearsals, then two more the week after, then load-in, then opening night. We'll be running the show for the remainder of rehearsal. I have no idea how long the show is, but hopefully it'll still clock in under forty-five minutes. I couldn't possibly cut anything at this point. The script is stripped down as it is. I mean, when you have a three hour show, there's stuff that can be cut (unless you're Peter Jackson or George Lucas). But a 29-page script is barely getting everything out there as it is.

Scene 8 got a couple edits last night. Jeremy (developing a headache from the white noise thingie) exclaimed, "These lines don't make sense!" I suppose I could have gotten offended, but I was thinking the same thing. They didn't make sense. Not to mention I have an issue when a word is overused in a short section of text. Meaning the word "afford" cropped up twice in Kevin's consecutive lines. It literally grates on my ears, like fingernails on a chalkboard.

I was all set to take some major video last night. My friend Evelyn loaned me her 1 gigabyte memory card and I had my 256 megabyte card, too. But my batteries were dead. Seriously. I thought I had the charged ones with me, but I didn't. And Maria looked so cute in her undershirt-type tanktop. Very Ayla. Shrug. Next time.

I'm seriously worried about myself after this thing. Work is promising to be crazy soon, but I can't get too motivated about that. I mean, it's work. I want to be in rehearsal, I want to be working, writing, involved in the theater in any way humanly possible. You'd think I'd have had my fill after this, but that's the thing. When you're doing something you love, having a little of it doesn't satisfy you, doesn't fill you up, but just makes you hunger for it more. That's how you know you love it, because you can never get enough, can't think of any place that'll make you happier than being someplace you can do that.

I've got it bad.