Poor unforunate soul…

Oh woe is the actor with a sore throat!

It honestly came from absolute nowhere and the pain has decided to coat my trachea with horribleness. Acute pharyngitis, you bastard!

Anne rehearsals have been quite good recently. I think Chippy (Assistant Stage Manager extraordinaire!) spoke with them ("them" being the directors) and they seemed to have settled whatever it was that was causing the ugliness. Shelley (the wonderful human being playing Marilla) also took me aside to discuss my voice level and my word pace. Apparently I’ve been saying my lines at a too rapid pace. It seems so awkward to have to slow things down. I feel as if I’m talking to a stupid person, and that makes me super uncomfortable. But, I guess I don’t really have a say in it.

On a another completely unrelated to Anne note, I really REALLY wish that I could meet Colin and Justin, the home decorators. I know our house doesn’t need it (my room might, dear shiny clouds I’m a messy person!) but I really want to have their ideas. Everything they do is just so inspiring!

I don’t really have all that much to say tonight. Still trying to keep this diary open. I want to be a diary person; I’ve heard that diary people are much calmer and that would be just lovely.

Again, I suck like a hoover with this "making my diary look original thing". I just don’t understand!

Three essays to write; two for theatre and one for English. I REALLY need to start working on them pronto. Mayhaps I should have done that today when I stayed home. Apparently me and productivity just do not understand each other.

Well, done and done. Until next time!