It's inevitable, really…

Okay, so it's only the third nite of rehearsal…and I'm not sure what to think at this point, save for the idea that com­mit­ting to this may have been an unwise one. With this in mind, we're work­ing block­ing tonite and I sug­gest some­thing to Richard. He pro­ceeds to hit me on the head and say "no", as one would do to some sort of com­mon housepet.

Need­less to say, I was not amused, and to tell you the truth, quite offended. Oh well. Under nor­mal cir­cum­stances, I prob­a­bly wouldn't have minded, know­ing Richard, but it'd been a long day, and the nite seemed to have been going longer…

After I got home, I talked to a friend on IM, and seem­ingly upset them when I made an only half-intended remark. I, of course, over-reacted from it, and prob­a­bly only upset them fur­ther. (Sorry, M.)

Any­who, methinks I best sleep this off. Nighty-nite.