I'm in Princeton. The airline lost my luggage for about 24 hours. I'm walking everyday past some of the most beautiful buildings I've ever seen in my life. I love my job. I live in an old, yellow, victorian house on the cutest little street just four blocks from the theater.

Rehearsals for the first play I'm working on start Tuesday. I'm so psyched about this. The first reading is just gonna blow me away. Hell, Tom Wopat is in the play. So, I'll be sitting and watching someone from Dukes of Hazzard read a play that's never been produced before. And the director, Emily Mann, has everyone do yoga for the first thirty minutes of every rehearsal. Eeeeeee! (that's my little squeak of joy and excitement)

I've got to go now though, as I don't get the weekend off because I'm helping with the TCG conference. And I've got to get some shampoo. It'll be a few blocks past my house, but... It's a beautiful sunny, cool day and I'm in love with my life. Eventually, I'll probably want a social life, but right now it's fun just kinda walking around, reading research materials and scripts and settling into my room.