Yesterday (Monday (I know I’m late)), was the first rehearsal for The Hamlet Project, a show I’m doing. I’ve even got my own page under The Company. Mayhap I’m unreasonably excited about that. Anyway,
[Oh wow. Two Steps From Hell’s Heart of Courage just came up on my Pandora station, this post just got super epic feeling. Back to it, sorry….] I absolutely hate to be late for commitments. I get a little ball of stress deep inside my soul if there’s even an inkling that I might hold something up. [This STATION IS AWESOME!!! Gaelic Storm just came up. Seriously, do yourself a favor and add the Epic Soundtrack station to your Pandora. And now Pirates!!!!! GAH!!!! My life feels so EPIC right now!!!!] What was I even talking about?

Right. So my bus broke down. I would have been early had the universe aligned for me. Nope. It breaks down a twenty minute walk from the theatre. I text the CTA bus hotline to see when the next one arrives. 29 minutes. This is, of course, after four buses had gone by while my fellow passengers and I were communing on our non-moving metal-chariot. Off I go, setting out into the great Chicago unknown. I get there 10 minutes late. Hate that.

But, rehearsal was awesome. I’m beyond excited to be working with the amazingly talented cast and director.

What’s the point of this post? You ask. No idea. You’re going to be late to stuff so no worries???? Meh.