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Black hole

January 12, 2023

Two and a half hours of stupid fucking spider solitaire.

Couldn’t be helped.

My winter/spring plan is in tatters.

The actress who agreed to take on Violet has decided she cannot. There is no one else. Well, there might have been two other possibilities, but one won’t take on anything that requires memorisation and the other is going to be away the weekend of the one-act festival. So, no play, no read through (the first was going to be this afternoon), no rehearsals, no preparation, no creative fun.

A big, bleak, empty chunk of time with only twice-weekly walks with Joe and Georgie to fill the black hole. (Not that I am ungrateful for that.)

I guess I need to get a life. I wonder how one goes about doing that?

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