Okay, I GET It.

This is my insecurities in serious overdrive, and I know this is not the sort of thing that constitutes a conspiracy, but I'm starting to get the melodramatic feeling that NO ONE is willing to let me believe for a second that I got the role of Aldonza by anything other than default. In addition to the person who I already knew had a claim on the role, I was hit tonight with another "what she really wanted was so-and-so to play the part...um, before she knew of you, that is" thing. Yeah, thanks for that superlative there. Of course, so-and-so is a lovely and talented amazing person, and I could never forget that, but I just don't like being reminded on at least a weekly basis that I was awarded the role because I showed up. Honestly, what do people think they're achieving by giving me this information? Would there be anything wrong with shutting the hell up and not letting me in on every little detail as to who called and who wanted the role and who she really would have liked but they were too busy and...I mean, Jesus, people, think. I'm still a human being, you know...I'm not Equity, so I'm not used to that sort of bold "That ain't it, kid" kind of talk.

Meanwhile, back at Snoopy, all is well, but we're entertaining ourselves far too much. Nick and I are determined to NEVER get through the leaves scene ("Do leaves make you sad, Lucy?" "Um...you mean because they're falling? I'm assuming you mean falling leaves, because the idea of just plain old leaves making me sad, well that's silly, and not in the script at all...") or the clouds scene ("Yes, Charlie Brown, I remember the sky being much bluer that day. Not at all like the sky today, which has a distinctive red tint because the lights are red for some reason, but more like blue...deep blue. Ah, yes...like that.") without completely falling apart. Kyle's puppet scenes are becoming unbearably hilarious, and we keep ending up at Bill and Tracy's until ungodly hours (note the time of this post - I have to be up for work in about three hours). Bill showed us some magic tricks tonight, and of course there was a bit more Breakdown 3, but mostly it was trying to wrangle a way to see Man of La Mancha at West Orange, which I believe we have worked out. Kyle, Sarah, and I should be getting to see that on Wednesday after all, so that will suffice as my happy for today. I'll probably post again at work tomorrow whenever I feel the need to do something before I pass out or fling myself from the ninth floor window.