21 DAYS OF THENARDIER or FROM PRINCESS TO PAUPER IN 18 SHORT YEARS

Day 2

Seems I scared oodles of crap outta oodles of you when I posted I was unemployed on DAY 1. I'm sooooo sorry.  And because payback is always a bitch...

I woke up at 4 am

and

the dog got into the bathroom garbage.

That'll teach me to play that hard.

I woke up at 4 am 'cause I'm ridiculously psyched to play...on the stage.  It has been 18 years since I had my last production principal contract for my very own role. It has been 18 years since I haven't had to put u/s or s'by on my resume for a Broadway show.

Yippee!!!

The coach turns into a pumpkin again in three weeks but

Yippee anywayyyyyyyyyyy!!!

I am well-rested (I fell asleep at 8 pm...really...I think I come from farmers), TaBbed up and raring to go.  Just need to walk thorough Master of the House since it's been a month.  It's  complicated...and so am I.

And I forgot a razor and there's no time to bathe back in the city so I'm coming at you all hairy to boot.  Method acting at its wurst. (That is not a typoo.)

You're welcome!!!

  

21 DAYS OF THENARDIER or FROM PRINCESS TO PAUPER IN 18 SHORT YEARS

DAY 1

I am born.  

Nope.  That's a lie.

I am unemployed.  

Yup.  That's right. Starting today I am on a Leave of Absence from my regular ensemble role and my Madame T contract doesn't start til tomorrow. 

Unemployed.  Slacker. Ne'er do well. 

The 405 Club.

Oooh...what a feeling of freedom...like the wind blowing through my hair even though I'm still lying in bed.

I am in an undisclosed location with a jacuzzi and a beach and a fireplace and a dog.  And a bottle of wine.  Maybe some TaB.  And some tostitos. And I am still in bed.  And for the first time in eons, nothing has to be done.

Not miserable. 

Happy. 

I Left this Computer Out and On the Last Three Months

in hopes of writing and...

nada.

But that changes.  Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the inauguration of 21 DAYS OF THENARDIER or FROM PRINCESS TO PAUPER IN 18 SHORT YEARS.

Yup...my bosses were kind enough to give me the principal contract for Madame T for three whole weeks and I'm gonna write about it.

Don't know what I'm gonna write 'cause it ain't happened yet...but I'm gonna write.

And it's not gonna be a Book of Face Update of Status or 140 characters of less. And if there is a hashtag involved you can feel free to murder me.

So THERE!