So, that happened earlier this week. I’m hugely supportive of it; I’ve been discussing my issues in this blog, identifying and working through my issues. But I realize I didn’t exactly make a big deal of it last Tuesday. Because for me, just talking about it for one day isn’t enough. But sadly, it seems…

I’m watching the Super Bowl. Yes. Me. Wasn’t planning on it. Not a fanatic of the sport. Give me a ticket to watch a game live and I’m there. But I realized as I walked in the door after rehearsal that it was airing, and I put it on. Just realizing now why that is.…

It’s not even 9am. Why did I think I needed to be up this early? I don’t have to be at Yonge and Finch for the drive up to rehearsal until 11:15am. Just making this day that much longer. I don’t like it.

Saw this tonight at the Lower Ossington Theatre, invited by a friend after her partner couldn’t go. So refreshing to see live, independent theatre rock like this. And they made the choice for Sally Bowles to sing the title song as bitterly and staggeringly drunk. It was a showstopper. Gave me chills. That’s the kind…

I’ve always been the class clown. It was/is a coping mechanism. I make you laugh, it makes me happy. If I’m happy, I can’t be sad. I’m Pagliaccio. Only, ya know, I don’t kill anyone at the end of Act 2. Still. Not finding much to make fun of these days. La Commedia è finita.…

This movie devastated me. So much I identified with Joaquin’s character. His isolation, how he internalized his emotions (and how it destroyed a relationship). And to watch him break out and free, only to experience loss again, in a completely different way. I’ve always been closed off. The reasons why are pretty fucking obvious. I’ve…

Today is a day I’d rather forget. Dropped $200 on four medications (which, thankfully, will get me into March/April). Frustrated that my cell phone bill pretty much doubled (I had a decent discount for 3 months which apparently I wasn’t told would expire when I signed up, at least I don’t remember) and I can’t…

I’m an angry boy, and needs to learn how to let it go. Stems from revelations the past couple of days. Not just misplaced guilt, but stored up anger for stuff that’s happened so long ago. I’ve been living with it for so long, I didn’t even realize it was there. It was just a…

After the rehearsal yesterday for A Song for Rachel, I’d mused the possibility of extending the final moments. I’d always felt it was a bit… small. That the protagonist has a huge revelation that alters her worldview and is taking the first step towards recovery/release/healing, but something was missing. Replaying the read-through in my minds-eye,…

Talk about sliding into the skid. On the way back from Newmarket and the play’s rehearsal, the conditions were almost white-out. But on the positive front, I’m really happy with how the reading went. And it’s inspired 2 new pages at the back end. Well I’ll go over them tomorrow to be sure. Because, you…