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FUCK! I'm a grump right now. Me thinks it has to do with Halloween and my lack of participation this year. Past years, I'd at least make an effort. But, this year it's like pulling teeth to get me to do anything. I don't know why exactly. Everyday, my son would ask if I've decided what I wanted to go as and everyday I had nothing. So, I'm at work in my regular clothes and I'm getting more annoyed 'cause just about everyone seems dressed up. If I wasn't in this mood, I'd probably enjoy their efforts more, but it's really getting annoying. That's all on me. No ill towards anyone else...

Talked to God for a while last night. I hadn't really done that in some time. The amazing thing about God is that while I've been running in the wrong direction, He's still pursuing me. He won't give up on me. I'm getting more and more comfortable relying on God.

That darn acting bug bites hard. I'm very interested... VERY INTERESTED... in auditioning for a musical version of the Full Monty. Yes, that means if I get the part I'd be naked on stage. But with the way it's lit, the audience wouldn't see anything. Actually, I'm not really concerned about the being naked for all of Indy to see my bits and pieces. I really think it would be a positive thing - embracing my fatness, comfortable with my body thing - for me. I'm more worried about time spent away from family during rehearsals. It looks like January - March for times a week for rehearsals. That's alot of time, but all shows really do that.

"Nuts" opened and was very well received. The audiences were small (around 20 a show) but that's 1/3 of the audience for this space. And, opening weekends are generally small there, too. Still, we got a lot of buzz and a great review. Hopefully, audiences will pick up on that and start filling up. This show needs to be sucessfull, if only to show that Carmel audiences will support a theater that produces edgier fare. This is important to me.

Well, I'm off to find a better mood. Lunch outside the office I think will help.

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I hate that I have nothing really to say. I seem to be losing interest in writing for this thing. But, at the same time, I don't want to give it up. I do go through these dry spells often. Maybe I should just start writing about my day, but who would want to read about that? Eh... I don't know...