painted busy household

So the painting, at least what is currently necessary, is done. The front, the burnt pumpkin, worked out super kickassedly. My bedroom, while bright orangy/yellow del sol, is good. The bathroom, smurf blue, is ok. Its all still quite ghetto, but looking less n less every day i’m here. Which, officially, this is my first full one. So i’m in good shape. Stuff is everywhere waiting for shelves to be built, and organization to occur, but it will, all in good time. I can’t wait to rip the crap out of the floors and see whats going on underneath… can’t sand till the spring, but at least i could make an inch or two of head room and walk on 4$ ghetto runner rugs from crappy tire for the winter.

In other news, what do people think of purely physical infatuation? When you see something or somebody that you just have a total desire for, but for little reason other than physical traits and mannerisms? The little dialogue that has taken place has been well scripted and predictable and little judge to base any real feelings on… is this a good thing or a bad thing? Is this feromonal, or is it fantasy? Worthy of consideration or best left to dream about? Is there any way to bridge the gap when the scripted dialogue is at least set in clay… that clay’s pretty hard too. Straying from the script might arouse suspicion from the director… but i suppose the worst case is you’ll be thrown out of the play, and your reputation, albeit in a smallish circle, will be forever tarnished. But i guess your resume will still expand. I’m willing to learn the hard way either way, but if anyone has opinions, let me know, i’ll let you know what the director does if i do anything diddly in the decending dreary days.