Today is one of those days when “no” is impossibly hard to hear. One of those times when the rug is pulled out hard and fast, and you’re still standing up so no one can understand why you’re so shaken.
Don’t tell me that you love my work and want to give me a part if you’re going to then A) Not cast me and B) Not tell me about it and wait for me to ask.
What a waste of psychic energy.
And just so everyone is clear, fuck you Lake Tahoe Shakespeare. And fuck whoever is playing my part.
I’m done now.