My sweater is still missing.
Josh, of all people, thinks I'm being negative.
Sasha is putting no effort in whatsoever.
Jennifer's nice, but she just can't act.
Yeah, we could be doing better. Maybe we would have rehearsed the whole thing by now if we could just get through one scene without someone laughing. Maybe the script would be longer if I hadn't had to practically write the whole thing myself. Maybe we would be looking better if people could do something about props instead of just talking about them. Maybe we could all just be better actors if we let some ENERGY into the play instead of speaking in a monotone. But is that likely to happen? Not really.
IMPACT snapped something at a leering passer-by that I can't explain.
I couldn't do it.
I couldn't write it. Neither in my head or on paper, the words would not come together. Maybe if he knew what he was asking of me he would have been kinder. I was an atheist for a week once and I almost killed myself before the end of it. On dark days, when the wind is frigid and my mood is sour, I still walk with a limp.
Maeralaes Lux Nast. That was all I could write. "This is how I stand." Over and over again. Line after line. Maeralaes Lux Nast. He's going to think I'm crazy now.
I saw you glance at me. You were writing about me, weren't you?
Today has not been a nice day. And I still haven't talked to the good doctor yet. Ach...
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The drama situation seems terrible. Group things are difficult.
IMPACT was angry. Very angry. I'm wondering how he could tell what that person was thinking.
I understood your trouble with the writing. I was having the same problem. Whenever I thought something up that I really cared about I knew I couldn't write against it.
Yes. I glanced over. But I could never write anything like that against you. Never.
Maeralaes Lux Nast
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