Okay- First off, being an older sister sucks. It's like I'm a chauffeur. Do you see a funny hat? . . . Actually, those hats are really kinda neat and I'd totally wear one, but anyway.
So, we did Uta Hagen with Jerry today. Yay!
Then we did a run through of the whole play. Yay! And, it was more closely resembled a drunk person then a lumbering, clawing zombie, so I think that's a good sign.
So- other than that, I really, really don't feel well, having only just gotten home (partly because I had to spend an hour taking my sister places). I think that I probably could do the Uta Hagen journal, but that it would be neither insightful nor helpful, and probably limited to one word answers, since that's about where I am, mentally, right now.
Since Ian said he wants them by Friday- I'll do them tomorrow. I still wanted to blog today and prove that the no Uta Hagen was not because I am lazy or forgetful, but because I think I only have about 10 more minutes of consciousness left.
Plus, I remembered what Ian said about the journaling helping to reenforce eithin 24 hours, and wanted to at least do that.
I'm sorry!
- - Cat O'Grady
p.s. wow. . . I've now failed to be able to read the swirly letters twice. That's really just sad.
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