I love being busy. Sure, I'll bitch and moan about how much crap I have to do, but bitching and moaning makes me kinda happy too, so that's all part of the joy of having so much to do you go to bed with your feet sore. Things are happening with the theatre company. BNTA has been asked to produce Super Summer Theatre's September show, and we're doing 'The Foreigner,' by Larry Shue. The show is a perfect fit for us, because it's about two Englishmen in rural Georgia. And while Las Vegas isn't exactly rural Georgia, there's a lot in the show that all three of us can empathize with.

But enough about the show, if you want to know more you're going to have to come see it in September, out at Spring Mountain Ranch. Doing the show is keeping me pretty busy as I'm Technical Director for it, and that means, in a company as small as ours, everything from building the set to stitching sandbags to pretending I know something about sound. And funnily enough, running around like this makes me happy. We've rented a decent warehouse space until the end of August for me to build in and the cast to rehearse, and Wednesday I settled in, with a couple of beers, and went at the set until I had all the walls up. A couple people stopped by and helped, but the best time of the day for me was when I could just crank up the music, drink a beer, and work alone, at my own pace.

And staying busy like this has me happier than I have been in weeks. I was there for twelve hours, 'till 11pm. I had a bunch of stuff I had to do at home, and you know what? I did most of it yesterday morning before going to a meeting with one of our BNTA board members. I finished the rest of it this morning. I slept better the past couple of nights than I have done in weeks, and it's definitely not because I'm more tired than I have been in weeks. Until a few nights ago I was lucky if I got six hours of sleep a night, with all the things I had on my mind. Going to bed at four and waking up at eight was a regular occurrence, but I was managing to waste the extra hours I had awake because I didn't want to do anything in them.

So here's a hint. Don't try to talk me out of whatever's bothering me, cos I can talk quicker and louder in the confines of my own head. Instead, give me something to do. Something I'll enjoy doing, that's going to challenge me and make me have to use my brain. Cos I don't stop using it (even if it seems I'm being completely fucking dense), and that's why I'm a miserable bugger half the time. If you want to cheer me up, give me a project. Hell, buy me lego or a jigsaw puzzle, something to occupy my time. . .although I'm a jigsaw snob and anything under a thousand pieces isn't worth my time.

Oh, and wait until after the 9th August, cos I'm just too busy between now and then.