oh, things are so happy.

know why? because i now have the opportunity to air all of my nasty, spoiled-kid aggressive tendencies for eight to ten solid hours a week. while wearing petticoats and velvet and satin. i'm in the middle of rehearsing desdemona: a play about a handkerchief and my desdemona is, as i told adrienne (who's directing), "britney spears meets queen elizabeth meets helen of troy." only younger.

so today was another in a long series of rehearsals where amelia throws things. it's too bad i'm not ambidextrous, because my right arm is going to be so buff after four weeks of hurling phone books across various performance spaces. i also get to swear, scream, cry, fall, pound the floor, whine, jump up and down, stamp my feet and generally terrorize joy mills (who's playing emilia). not that i'd enjoy terrorizing joy in real life, but...hey, this is fun.