boredboredom. oh my god. Welcome to an eight hour rehearsal day, during which I have answered one question and typed two notes onto the rehearsal report. Oh and I photocopied something, I think.
I've also:
read the last year of essays on tomato nation (they're weekly)
emailed some long lost friends
read the last two months of Neil Gaiman's journal clicking on every link
trolled LJ friends of friends lists
There's another hour and a half left.
This is very important time for actors to work through the show, and the director begins to make his stamp on the production. It does need to happen. But hell...
I am so bored.
