isolate

It's been over twenty-four hours since I've seen another human being.

Interesting.

I cared briefly last night. . . there was about half an hour or so where having someone else to talk to would have been good. I wrote myself out of it, though.

It's not that I don't need other people; it's that I don't need them all the frickin' time. I've been ignoring my inner introvert for far too long, and he's having a field day right now.

Course, I'm now off to go see, not just other people, but other people I don't know very well. *shrug*

chainsaw!

I want a Chainsaw of Natural Selection. [via idoru via baranoouji]

I got the part I "auditioned" for. (More like "showed up for." Two parts available, two of us came to the audition. Convenient, no?) The play is exceeding weird. . . Peter Handke's Offending the Audience. It's not precisely a play; more an exploration of what theatre is. Kind of inexplicable, really.

Got to jump my car again today. Multitudinous thanks to some very nice people in the complex.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
--Dorothy Parker, "Comment"