Home Now

So, I'm home now. Now I'm home. Back at the place that I live, and come from, and where the dentist sends me postcards when he hasn't seen me in six months (dentists can get so clingy). I come here as little as possible but I'm here now. Home. God, if my heart is her I pray for coronary. I actually went to the dentist, but that was uneventful: they told me I should floss. My parents are okay, my house is nice, the place where I live is really natural and scenic and all that crap, but after I spend an hour and a half here I just pray for death. There's nothing to do and no one to talk to, there's nothing on TV and I can't focus on a book, driving can help, but driving isn't cheap and there's nowhere to go. I want to go back to school and be stressed out again. I just came from running two shows and working at another theatre and now I'm in some kind of schedule withdrawal. I'm also cold. really cold, it's much, much cooler here than it was in New York, it's also much cooler in a drafty house than it was in the rafters of an old theatre, on level with the lights, as far as possible from the AC, with a large set, metal blinds, a painted scrim, and fifteen to fifty people between me and that sweet, life giving, processed air. It turns out I got used to that, lowered my body temperature and slowed down my heart rate, adjusted in an almost reptilian way. And now I'm cold, and bored, and home.