Sick

I am sick again, with the flu. I seem to get sick once per month here. I haven't kept records of how often I got sick when I lived other places but it seems rather frequent lately.

Still no job. I wrote a script on my own because the one we were going to use needed too many actors. However- no job, no play, is how it works. Things are strained here, and my getting the flu doesn't help.

I do wonder sometimes if I just have some sort of amazingly bad luck. I think - last year I had an actor who hit me in the face because I caught her and her boyfriend skipping one of the tech rehearsals. Then I had a great play but it opened during the worst weather in Britain in twenty years. I was once in Dublin - once in my life, for five hours - during which a riot broke out, the first in thirty-five years, I am told. When I went to Venice, upon leaving it turned out that the Icelandic volcano had erupted and then had to trek across Europe (not in a fun way, in a horrible, starving, exhausted way where I only got to see the inside of trains). I mean - sure, positive attitude helps somewhat, but I often get the feeling that it's kind of like whistling in a hurricane.