On Saturday, I had a discussion with my dad about where Langwarrin is. I was right; it's a satellite suburb of Frankston. (He said it was near the end of the freeway. Which is true, it''s near the end of a freeway. We never specified which one...) Which means it is a long, long way away. which mean I am so super happy to be driving out there tomorrow and the next day. Today it took about an hour twenty. Ugh.
It seems like everything I do is in another world right now. I am not sure I am actually living my life, as I seem removed from a lot of it. Like this teaching gig. Loving it, but it's not quite settled into the format I'm supposed to be doing (ie having my own region, somewhat close to where I live). Thus I am driving minimum an hour to most schools, giving me time to vague out, and enhancing the 'galaxy far, far away' element of these places. So what if I stuff up? They're not even real...
Then there's this show, which just seems to be removed from reality altogether. For starters, I think I totally should have been calling it The Scottish Play, because it is definitely cursed. Our Stage Manager just dropped out due to illness. But anyway, on Sunday there was a meeting at which everyone (director, producer, cast) loved me, despite my doing jack all. There was an argument about comp tickets for the cast, which I cut short, stating the production team would discuss this later. This resulting in the cast loving me (for batting their side); the producer loving me (for de-tensifying the meeting); and the director loving me (for keeping the meeting short so she could keep rehearsing). And this on a day when I shirked as many responsibilities as possible. Go figure.
And then my social life is a bit 'another galaxy', too. With Nick away, I spend far more hours on my own, and it seems surreal. And I can't sleep, only adding to the dream-like state of my life. And then I go and share my evenings with Dr Christian Troy and Co, which, through the intertwined realism/ surrealism of the show (Nip/Tuck- I am ALMOST finished the third season) intensifies the weird sensations of my waking, and ensures that what sleep I have is peppered by story elements such as stalkers in strange masks, and the certainty that there will always be a weird twist to every story and a bizarre soundtrack.
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That's how I feel. Remember Rami told us about a science fiction book with a galaxy called Toowoomba in it? I think the author had been here. He knew. He knew it wasn't of this world.
ReplyDeleteHe obviously never LIVED here though. Then he would have made it a black hole.
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Work can be hard without a car sometimes... I'm going to be working in Tullamarine next week... it'll be a fun ride in and out for an 08:00 start... :)
ReplyDeleteI'll come and swing dance with you tonight though... so you hopefully you won't be too lonely. It should be fun!