I have forgotten what life outside of rehearsal is like. We are STILL rehearsing these damnable shows. We opened the fourth and final one last night, and tonight we begin the rotation again. However, we are still caught up in the mechanics of installation. Thus, time off the ship has been limited or non-existent. Today we hit Visby for the third time and were for the third time shipbound. I'm not hugely upset about that.

In a little under a week, our rehearsals will be totally over, a non-issue, and we'll be ready to do whatever the hell it is we'll do when we don't have to worry about being in the theatre every minute that it is free.

The crew bar is a dark, dirty, smoky hole where any drink is $1.50 and we have been taking advantage of that far too regularly. I NEVER came here when I was on before, to protect the voice or whatever. It's very smoky in here - yes, I'm here now, because there's wifi in here. I guess events in the intervening months away have given me either a great sense of apathy, a great need to have a good time and just frickin' let go, or a subconcious desire for self-destruction. Or maybe I'm just in the middle of reading "A Million Little Pieces" and taking it a little too much to heart. Anyway, I have been able to keep myself distracted and out of trouble thus far.

This is disjointed, but so am I...

There is some issue as to whether we'll be able to get off of the ship in St. Petersburg because of the G8 summit. If not, that'll be three fun days of... staring at walls and sleeping, I guess. Write me, if you haven't! Sorry if I've been slow in getting back. Our internet was down for a week, but it should be up most of the time. Going to go shower and get ready for the classical show. I cannot believe I am back here... I cannot believe a LOT of things. I think linear time might not apply onboard the ship. . . developing...