MONDAY: up at 7, journal on the balcony until 7:30, dance workout and shower, picketing by 9, walk the line with ___ & _____ friendly Chicago faces, at 11 hit the diner for waffle and brainstorming for my new play workshop, talk to my sister on the phone, Target for soap and pens, also buy a t-shirt from Hot Topic (lots to unpack) and a small work achievement gift for Puhg. Home by 4, make/eat broccoli and vegan chicken, write an episode of my new B_rbie series, polish two other episodes. Close my laptop at 8. Night walk. Journal. Watch an episode of Platonic with Puhg. Find my friend N____ is in it! Text him he did great. (He did!) Must have eaten something, must have gone to bed.
TUESDAY: up at 6, journaled and read until 7. Dance, shower, walk to Blue Bottle with Puhg by 8. Write B_rbie episode. Zip home for my 11 AM Zoom with a local lit manager. Afterward, feel overwhelmingly angry at the inherent privilege issues in theatre institutions! Lay in bed "languishing" Puhg would say. Text D___, who reassures me my feelings are valid. Polish B_rbie episodes and deliver four well before deadline. Send a flurry of casting texts. Eat egg salad. Start revising new TV sample, decide I don't have it in me. Push to next week. I'm on act five. Almost there. 3 PM, sit on the ground drawing mock-ups of promotional play materials while watching the finale of The Queer Ultimatum. Text Beef about my hot takes. Realize I'm very hungry, eat two scoops of beans with avocado. 7 PM meet Snake in my lilac romper at our local haunt, then the new cute Mex patio. We gossip until the waitress kicks us out at 11. Snake leaves in a cab, on her way back to Australia. I walk home singing Lover out loud.
WEDNESDAY: 7 AM balcony journaling, reading, dance workout, shower. Puhg and I at the little white cafe by 9:30. Watch more casting tapes, get into a low grade (respectful) fight with the director. Force myself to finish two scenes of newest feature. Run into R___ and her fiance. They give me advice on finding a theatre space. Walk home listening to Red (Taylor's Version). 2:30 phone date with D____, our annual catch-up since we were improv teammates. He still performs. 4:30 PM a comp for my next play arrives in the mail, some little thing from 2008. I start reading. 5:30 head to haunt again, meet with a playwright to swap advice, leave feeling inspired enough to get a slab of heath bar cake to swing up the street. 7:30 night in with Puhg.
THURSDAY: 7. Journal. Dance. Shower. Picket by 9, this time with C____ and J__, also from Chicago. Swap grumbles and ideas. See a couple other cuties in passing. At 11 diner for veggie melt, mean to write a scene of my next play but spend the whole hour writing an instagram caption. At noon see three improvisers across the restaurant, join them. One says, "We were just talking about you," but never elaborates. I think about this for days. We dish until the waitress kicks us out. Home by 1, listen to a rough cut of our next pod series. Laugh a lot, text the talent, make plans. 2 - 3 revise act one of newest feature. 3 - 4 brain doesn't work, need to make a playlist for fun. Email producer and Beef about our short, set creative meeting for August. Egg salad, protein bar. Rethink this poster again. Spend too much energy organizing a bowling double date. Buy play tickets for Monday night. Throw on a dress and scamper downtown to see a musical. Run into D__ and his boyfriend in the lobby. Shirley Temples at intermission. Get home at 11:30 but not tired. Stay up until 1 AM writing in my art notebook, listening to Evermore.
FRIDAY: 6:30 balcony journaling, 7 dance workout, rush to Starbucks for vanilla iced coffee, get on 8 AM Zoom with Cowsk and AP to edit our pod, break at 11:40. Email manager about contract. Furiously review my notes for my 12 o'clock--pitching climate sketches to a new green non-profit. Answer pod texts and emails. 1:30 eat broccoli on the balcony watching Taylor Swift TikToks. 2 PM casting emails, theatre rental inquiries. Paw through my invites for networking coffees, decide on two and start scheduling. Get sad I'm not seeing the B_rbie movie tonight because I have to attend a dinky play reading at a little theatre in a desperate attempt for the artistic director to notice me. Schedule Sunday brunch with G__. 4 PM polish Act One of new screenplay. Write this blog post.
I'm sure I forgot things. I start every morning with four slices of vegan bacon.
