Humbug

I'm really not feeling well again. I think it's the constant agravation at work. Or maybe it's just the full moon again. I'm very blah, lethargic, and somewhat anti-social. Maybe because I don't care to associate with any of the cast, which is who S hangs out with most now. She enjoys their company, or most of them at least. Fair enough, since she has to be around them and interact with them all the time. Mostly, I just get jealous and irritated at their bed-hopping, game-playing attitudes. I forget just how young twenty-somethings can be. I feel so old.

I've gotten an offer to do three summer shows up in Beloit this summer, at the New Court Theater. The Boss there can be an irritating prick to work for, but at this point, he's a different irritating prick. Rumor has it that he's also back on the wagon. A good thing. It's a 30-45 minute drive. Not a good thing. I think I'll ask for my fee, and an additional $50 for gas per show. Then, part of me relishes the fact that Boss here will be screwed for lights. Of course this is dependant on when (or if?) he talks to me about working here over the summer. I need a break in a big way, and am content to let the State carry me until I go back to work in the fall. It gives me a chance to recharge my energy batteries. Part of my lethargy is not knowing what's going on down here. FreeLancing is fun, and sometimes exciting and exhausting, but I've come to rely on the security of a Position somewhere.

Ok somehow it's now almost 1am and I'm about to head out. I'm too old for this shit. I think Verge is now Finished (capital F). I need to swing back by NAT for a piece of steel to make the magic door open mechanism work, and then I need to be back in here at 9. Ok, time to post this for real. I've only been working on it since dinnertime (I keep getting interrupted).