Learning Lines

And so it begins....the miserable task of learning my lines for the upcoming production of "Over My Dead Body". I've been throught the book highlighting my lines, I've sat and counted how many pages I have to learn and I've counted how many discrete chunks of lines I have to learn, but I have yet to actually start learning my lines.

Learning lines is one of those tasks that suddenly make all the other tedious chores in life seem both pressing and interesting in comparison. So I've emptied the dishwasher - even put away all the plates and cutlery rather than leaving them in piles on a kitchen surface - and am now typing a blog entry when I should really be LEARNING LINES. Just about anything seems more appealing. Apart from cutting the grass, of course. There are limits.

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