There's something to be said when you and your stage manager end up taking the same bus to work in the morning out of no where. I lowered my book and whisper, "Errrrrrriiiiic." He lowers his Kindle, sleepily recognizes me and we both go back to reading. At rehearsal tonight we tell the story. Eric says, "This is one of the reasons I love Lucille. She just went back to reading her book. I had a slight moment of panic that she was going to get up and sit next to me and talk my ear off, but she just went back to reading, and so did I." I say, "I was worried about the same thing." We laugh, "Ah ha ha." And the cast looks at us like we're trolls.
I strayed from my usual break table, sit and read lunch today to stand and stare and stuff my face at the XM Radio screen hoping for a good song to come on the showtune station I chose. To no avail. But at least I felt a little bit more like myself. Or told myself I did.
Fuck. I have to do my taxes.
