Audition day

It wasn't raining when I left the house to go drop off my rent check. Four-blocks later, large drops fell, eight-blocks later, a full on downpour.  I pulled my hood over my head and zipped my jacket and walked on. The thin branches of the parking strip trees offered spotty shelter; I stood under a larger canopied and therefore more protective tree in a park for a few moments but then went on. My jeans got soaked. By the time I left the real estate office, the rain had stopped.  I guess the rent isn't actually past due until the 5th.

Stopped by a coffee house to finish reading the play again and to make notes as to what I am responding to in the monologue. Have recited it over and over and over again. It's anywhere between 50 seconds to one minute. I think I need to cut more, so I don't go over. Not sure what, it's getting pretty slim, content-wise.  I can't believe it takes a minute to say this.

While walking home, I was practicing saying the words "arctic cat" and making a face and cat claws while I said it, not really paying attention to where I was until I happened to look up and see a man inside a pet grooming shop looking at me oddly. Yes, it was later in the day than I thought, and there were people behind those windows I was passing. I was saying the monologue most of the way, too, so also talking to myself. Oh well.

Onward. It will all be over in less than twelve hours. This time.