Workshops for the upcoming show, “Pancake Breakfast” prove satisfying and exciting.

Most ridiculous work week ever in the history of work weeks.

Our theater company takes its show to NYC Fringe and suggests you buy a ticket before it’s even more sold out.  Because the first show kinda sorta sold out.  Somewhere, a strange fan yells, “Boo-yah!”

Have a pretty big audition on Friday that has already been done by more heavy hitters than me.  I equate that to meaning, “Just be yourself, because they’ll cast someone from Second City anyway,” and, “Let’s just study up for this one and not embarrass ourselves, okay?”

Also had a “Let’s see what comes of this” just-for-shits audition.  The goal was to build up the film reel.  The result: A less than stellar audition and experience points gained in the world of on-camera film auditions.  Luckily it’s easily shake-offable.

We’ve entered the month and a half until the wedding phase and all its, “we can’t afford this, therefore we deem it unimportant” glory.

I’ve forgotten how to write songs with a guitar after playing a banjo for 3 months.

I’m desperately craving time to nurture my wounded creative side.  To survive artistically until an essay or song idea surfaces, I’m making handmade boutonnieres.  Which just makes me want to become a jewelry artist.  Oh, and I also am saving up for a fancy digital camera because I want to be good at another thing that YouTube doesn’t care about.

The band from “That Sordid Little Story” will be performing outside of the theater world over Labor Day.  The rock band will be performing on September 11th at Schubas.  We’ll be finishing the recording and mixing the remaining songs (we already have 3 mastered for the 1st single, “In Poor Tense”) in October.

And so ends my pre-Xmas letter with a ridiculous amount of written air quotes.