bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- and you know how sweet my tooth is today is johanna's going away party. I kinda know the people who are throwing it...i've printed out the directions...now it's up to me to talk my feet into going. i have a few hours, i should probably be allright. i think there's something weird with my space bar. it doesn't want to space. i need to call chris. or email. i wonder if she reads this...we do need to get together and play. so the conversation hearts can rock ft. reno next year. I met with randy last night to discuss J.B. He's totally and completely eschwewing the circus idea, which really was only elia kazan's idea when he did it on broadway...that's why it's in the stage directions. i think it's brave to do so, but it kinda threw me last night because that's how i've been thinking of this play for the last week. that isn't really so much a big deal as the fact that we don't know where exactly we're doing the show is....one of the options is a house that was built in 1840 and it's been used both as a synagog (sorry i spelled that wrong...i don't feel like looking stuff up...) and a church and i guess there are remnants of both still in this house, and it sounds really intriguing, but she was supposed to let jenny know wednesday if we could (and really, she offered it up first) use it, and....umm....it's sunday morning now..... she's a film maker. a 'film maker' a self-proclaimed "film maker" as far as i know. i also know, with the exception of matt (le sigh) harry, most film makers are flakes. even more so than me. and that's a lot of flakes. my head hurts. i swear ever since this accident thing, i can't think right. i forget stuff. bad. 8:04 a.m. - 2001-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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