#14: Oh Death, My Darling.

It was an interesting day to live, although not so much to retell.

The big story of the day was that we had our dress rehearsal for the Breakfast Club. It was actually the best run we've yet had, and, discounting a few woes in terms of set changes, we're quite ready to go, I think. It was an experience which made me feel all the more enthusiastic about this undertaking, and optimistic.

Somewhere out there... no, never mind.

Afterward, I just kinda hung around for no good reason. Mostly I just chilled with Chris Ferguson, a kid with whom I hung out in New York a lot.

Kyle gave me an idea the other day. Curse him for putting it into my head, it's all I can think about now. I want to do this now. I probably shouldn't, since it'll take a huge amount of time, effort and resources, but I've psyched myself up so much that I'm at least gonna give it an honest effort.

The story: we were talkin' yesterday while waiting for our respective rehearsals to begin (there was a meeting of directors,) and as it so often happens, the subject of Half-Past Eight PM came up. And Kyle blurts out "man, you should make a movie," and we only discussed it a little further before changing the subject, but the idea took root and is beginning to blossom, to extrapolate the metaphor. I really think I ought to do it. I'm gonna try and get most of the original cast together, I've already spoken to a few. I'm gonna write an expanded version of the script (the original script was about 45 minutes onstage, so I figure I'm already about halfway there.) I'll probably add a character or two, and change things around.

So that'll be that. I'll keep you posted. That's gonna keep me busy for the next few weeks (which is quite strange since I should be focussing on schoolwork until then, and I'm supposed to find a job this summer. Um hum...)

Other than that, not too much to report. I'm not currently depressed, so I haven't got that to work with.

Y'know, the sad thing is, by late May, I'm pretty much sick of cake. There are so many birthdays in May that I am even reluctant to enjoy my own celebration.

Well, that's about all. Keep on rockin'
-Williams