shor-t's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Donnie Prestige I had The Duchess in a parkade and was trying to get out. I could feel it hesitating and trying to stall. I needed gas, quick. There were no gas stations anywhere, but somebody happened to have some. This is the second night in a row with The Duchess. Well then, l paired up with John Arnold to deliver a short play as part of a project. John was supposed to have me be his conscience, speaking out loud as necessary and maybe singing as well. It didn't quite work that way, with him making obvious nods at me to say something. Since we never agreed on what to say, I had to improvise and I think I did pretty well. I remember thinking about what I would say, but I have since forgotten exactly what it was. Some say I stole the show. The next part was obviously a cross between Donnie Darko and The Prestige. There were two of me and two of John Arnold, and apparently the John Arnold I had agreed to do the play with was not the one on stage, hence the hesitation. Someone came looking and we hid, leaving wigs and moustaches behind. The porch looked like the old dirty South, with the full moon lighting up the dangling moss. Tanya said that she believed people were there hiding on account of the wigs. I held my breath till she left. I managed to tumble into bed with Pennie afterwards. She told me to forget it since Paul wasn't even getting that. I realised what exactly I was doing and split. I got a job chipping ice, which was ridiculous. There were massive black, oily ice chunks in the back of the truck. I told somebody I worked at Lake Louise. Afterwards, I was viewing a pirate ship. People were walking the plank. I could see a large black man washing himself on the big scoop/whale catcher on the front of the ship. 8:02 a.m. - 2007-03-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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