Been so busy these past weeks I haven't written much. I'm sitting here at the new 3LD theater space three blocks south of the World Trade Center leeching the excellent wi-fi.
This entire show I've been woking on is just reonforcing my decision to really pick and choose my life in the theater world. Have spent the week dealing with problems I warned people against months ago, spending too much money on food in this neighborhood, handling attitudes, and falling behind in any sort of work that really matters too me.
It isn't all that horrible, but it isn't the way I see my life going.
I haven't had time for much of anything lately. I'm falling behind in a few of my accounts, which I can't allow to happen.
I'm compelled to write because I keep turning back around to this notion of Freedom that I've recently mentioned. It seems as I grow older my penchant for hermit-ism is growing, my tolerance for society as it is waning, and my willingness to invest the time and energy into changing society non-existant.