written on a Brooklyn-bound subway train
I just recorded a post on my phone, but in case it doesn't work, here's a back-up.
Headed home from a reading. I was just reading the stage directions (description of the characters' actions, in case you know nothing about theater), which is pretty easy, but apparently my voice wanted a higher degree of difficulty, because only 40% of it showed up. So now I sound real sexy. (This happened to me a couple of months ago, while in Valley City - can't remember if I wrote about it or not.)
(This dude is being real shady, waffling on whether or not to go between cars. Make up your mind!)
I hate to admit this as a trained theater professional, but I kind of like it when my voice goes out for no reason. Unless it hurts. There's just something about the quality that I dig. Is that weird?
Looking forward to getting off the train so I can eat.