Makes me stronger. Remember that. And repeat it. As many times as necessary.

Just got back from my acting class a few moments ago. That two hour block of time went by altogether too quickly. When I go there, back with the group, I feel like I've entered another realm. Apart from this world. Anyone can be anything. The human imagination and spirit is the only bounding force. Safe.

Upon exiting, body, mind, and soul feel so good. So free. So refreshed. There's this part of me that just wishes it could go on and on. More scenes. More exercises. More roles. More improvs. But deep down, I know that all good things must come to an end. Until next week, that is.

This Saturday night, one of the instructor's long-time students is putting on a one-man play to the public. It sounds really cool. I'm seriously thinking of going. And goddamn if a certain company I happen to do work for is going to try to cram us all into that office for the duration. (I'm sorry, I wasn't wanting to get into this pissed off shit again. I'll halt right there.)

I chose a monologue. It is recommended, but not required (nothing is required in a non-credit class) that the monologues be memorized by next week. I shall endeavor.

I suppose I could say something else about my monologue. Before the beginning of class, the teacher laid out monologues written for males on the left side, ones written for females on the right side, and gender neutral in the center. She said however, that we could feel free to choose from the side that did not match our anatomy. I felt free. :)

Today at work was actually a surprisingly calm day. (Given the recent circumstances, at least.) I generally like my job. I like my coworkers. I like what I do. This Atlanta trip though... Just stressed up to here about it. Gotta get over that. Gotta. Must..... avoid.... going.... postal.... while... on.... the..... other.... side.... of.... the.... country.

Well, I suppose I better pack my shit, and get to bed. I have a plane to catch at an ungodly early time.

[Note to self: If and when another similar company trip should ever come up, should one choose to go along with any of these ridiculous schemes again, demand as a condition for travelling that the trip be at a reasonable hour. DEMAND it.]

I didn't even think about that when I agreed to this one. I guess I just assumed....

Never assume. Use the negotiating clout that is available. Next time.

Must... think.... positive. Bring mind to a happy place. I will make it through this. That which does not kill me makes me stronger. That which does not kill me makes me stronger. That which does not kill me makes me stronger.

I will be bringing a notebook and pen along to write ramblings, should I encounter a convenient time and place to write where no terminal is immediately available. They will be later transcribed into this page.

I like my job. I really do. I just wish things weren't so shitty right now.

[Bitscape reads his entire monologue aloud once.]

lol. I don't suppose recent moods and emotions influenced my choice one bit. Not one bit. I can memorize this. rotfl.

[Moments pass in silence.]

I guess it's time to quit the bullshit, get up, and prepare to face the bullshit. Throw a few clothes in the suitcase, and try to sleep. Maybe I'll transcribe the monologue, so I can print out a bunch of copies, as I don't exactly feel like going out to the copy machine right now. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Gotta think positive. It's an adventure. Really.