My acting class may start to replace therapy as my new therapy. I need somewhere to vent the feelings caused by the instability of my financial life (not to imply, in any way, that my personal life is a bastion of stability, but that's another blog...), and I worry that my therapist is tired of hearing about it.
Last night I worked on my best sultry, hip-swaying stroll and southern drawl, so when I read,"You can be young without money, but you can't be old without it!" I sounded like a sexy cat
on a hot tin roof, and not someone negotiating with her creditors. Either I was poor white southern trash in a past life, or Tennessee Williams really gets me. That was a really fun scene.

However, at one point, I got stuck playing Cordelia and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't quite muster up the compassion for Daddy Lear. I kept trying to sound angelic and sincere, but what came out was more Kelly Osbourne-ish.

Just for today, I can study acting.