Just a Flesh Wound...

And I wonder why my back hurt during the show.

Romeo and Juliet has been closed for a couple of weeks and my body is adjusting nicely back to normalcy. I went to a massage therapist the other week who specializes in Stuctural Integration. He worked on my legs. I had to use the wall for support to walk back home and into an epsom salt bath. Toxins baby, toxins.

Due to an injury, the cast of Plan B Theatre Company's Di Esperienza (a new play about Leonardo da Vinci) found themsleves short a da Vinci. They called me up as a last minute replacement and I gladly accepted the work. For the last week I've been in rehearsals, memorizing some of the hardest text I've ever come across. It's philosphical, scientific, and in translation. Fun, fun, fun. We open in about three weeks.

In the meantime I made a little purchase:


I just woke up one day with an ardent desire to blow shit up. Since that's frowned upon in meatspace, I thought the next best option was the Xbox 360. It has been a godsend. Fallout 3 is post-apocalyptic deliciousness, while Grand Theft Auto IV is just ridiculous good times. Since I'm new to this world, I'm pretty terrible at the games. But the sheer the delight of destroying a car with a rocket launcher makes up for poor ability.