...Denny Crane.

New forecast: straight through Florida. Why does WeatherGod hate us so much? I think it's Disney. We should get rid of Disney.

Remember to fill up your tank in that brief period between hurricane-induced fuel crises.

This is such crap.

BUT! Grease rehearsal is starting to become fun. I mean, it was kinda fun before, but in that frustrating dammit-I-can't-dance-and-where-is-everyone-and-I-need-to-make-friends-but-at-least-I'm-on-stage sort of way. Now we're starting the baby steps toward bonding (those few of us who don't know each other) and having a good time. I just wish rehearsals weren't so short - I guess I should be grateful, but I'm not used to a two-hour rehearsal.

Man of La Mancha auditions are fast approaching. I should really learn not to anticipate roles I want. Seems like every time there's a role I really desperately want, I fall short - but if I show up not really caring one way or another, that's when I nail it.