There is romantic jazz music playing in my head. Or from the computer next to me. The joys of working into the early morning hours with the sound designer for the show we're working on. It's nice. Not staying up, but the music she's playing.
It is another late night for Hannah and me. Maybe someday we'll be able to sleep before 2 a.m. So far this week, it hasn't happened. Sadly, my body is adjusting to it, so I'm feeling pretty good. Discouraging, since we promised Isaiah that we'd be done by 2:00. Maybe my sleep deprivation will kick in by that point.
Hannah is talking to herself. She does that a lot. So do I. Maybe it keeps us sane. Or just makes us feel less...lonely? Confused? Sleepy? All the above, and many more, probably.
Last night Hannah told me that she likes listening to me read. I wasn't reading out loud. No, that would be far too normal. I was talking to my book, or what was happening in my book. Sounds about right.
Sometimes I worry that I talk to myself just because I like to hear myself talk. But, then I assure myself that if that was the case, I wouldn't be that worried about it.
I have whole conversations where I assure myself that I am in fact not conceded, insane, or ridiculous. But, because I have said conversations, I have a feeling the last two are being argued in vain. I guess I'm okay with being insane and ridiculous. Seems to be the growing trend around here. Tech weeks usually do that to theatre people.
I can't remember why I started this post. I probably shouldn't blog at 1 a.m. Note to self. Then again, my blogs may never have a real purpose anymore.
Loosing my mind...oh well...
Until next time.
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