Can I make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday? Well, I have five hours till midnight (although my WordPress timestamp may disagree), but the sad fact is, I got nuthin’. The happy fact is, my headache finally went away. I guess I could just continue my theme of All Love’s Labour’s Lost All The Time. Can I think of anything new to say about it? We shall see.
The King and his guys.
In the spirit of Waste Not, Want Not, I append another rehearsal shot. I hope some friends take pictures of the performance that I can steal.
I was just looking over my lines again. I had meant to study them while on breaks at work, but my headache interfered. Other days I have recited my speeches in my head while I worked (it is the sort of job where you can do that) but had not the brain power for such activities today (cue unkind remarks about my usual lack of brain power).
She’s telling him a thing or two, I think.
I am gradually internalizing the fact that tomorrow is Opening Performance. I will soon start to get all nervous about remembering all my costumes and props. My lines? Truth be known, I rarely forget them. Still, it could happen. I will look them over again.
In the meantime, I am over 200 words. Score! And Happy Friday, everyone.
Once again Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare, presented by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 13 and 14 at 1 p.m. at Benton’s Landing in Little Falls, NY. Admission is free.
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