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rfmcdonaldI went tonight to the Duffy Amphitheatre on campus, to see the UPEI Theatre Society's three one-act plays. Two--the first "Postponing the Heat Death of the Universe," the last "Interiors" were adaptations of off-Island plays to Island circumstances; the second, "Poets," was an original play performed by (among other supporting characters, including a very funny Joey Weale as professor) the two authors. I had a good time watching them.
But.
I was in the audience, and there was a time when I wanted not only to take part in those plays, but to write them. I still want to. But I'm not.
God, I feel so fucking lazy. And unaccomplished. And like I'm slowly pissing my life away and no one notices or cares. And like I'm doomed to always be in the audience, everywhere, and that I just can't fucking connect.
Andrew, is there any chance of me being welcome in the Theatre Society?
But.
I was in the audience, and there was a time when I wanted not only to take part in those plays, but to write them. I still want to. But I'm not.
God, I feel so fucking lazy. And unaccomplished. And like I'm slowly pissing my life away and no one notices or cares. And like I'm doomed to always be in the audience, everywhere, and that I just can't fucking connect.
Andrew, is there any chance of me being welcome in the Theatre Society?
