Closed Santaland Diaries on Sunday,
With a really great show, probably our best.
It was the first one of the run, really, where I felt completely good about what I was doing.
Less artifice and performance,
More relaxation and trust in myself and the text.
Thanks to everyone who came.

After we loaded out, we all went to Colin’s.
It was a ton of fun.
Wii, music, wine and cheese, and more Wii.
And I have discovered that I’m no good with a blowgun.
Colin had received one as a gift from family,
And we took turns target-shooting,
With varying degrees of success.
I sunk as many in the wall as I did in the target.
At least we didn’t kill any of the cats.
Blowguns are silent, vicious and frightening.
I want one.
For when I become a crime-fighting vigilante.

Wow.
I’m having lunch at Bewiched in the North Loop.
Dominique Serrand just walked in.
Okay, so that’s not a big deal,
But I thought it bore mentioning.
Maybe I can ask if he wants to go to Target,
With me and Josh Hartnett.
We’ll pick up plenty of ladies.

Rehearsals will begin soon for The Sign in Sidney Brustein’s Window.
Also, I have a callback for Red Eye Theatre tomorrow,
Immediately after an audition for the Science Museum.
May the Force be with me.

Went to a party last Saturday night.
Theatre people playing Rock Band.
It was fun, but I probably hurt plenty of ears.
Singing Police songs is hard.

Dominique is pacing in front of me now,
Waiting for his damn sandwich.
This should really have more side light,
And his movement choices are really uninteresting.
Oh well.
I still liked Don Giovanni.
He got his sandwich and left.
Well, that was predictable.
I feel unsatisfied.