Maybe Next Time I'll Be Born In 1940?

I guess I should mention that I've been cast in Jeff's production of The 1940's Radio Hour.
In the role of Wally Ferguson, the delivery boy (His delivery wasn't good enough)
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There are a lot of people that it will be fun to work with.
Like David and Larry -- I've been a fan of and friends with them since I knew them as Hinckley and Zangara in Assassins -- I'm glad that Wally has so many moments with their characters.
And Todd got in as Lou -- it'll be cool to do another show with Todd.
And, of course, Elizabeth rules the planet. I just hope that I'll have a Wally that's worthy of my cast.

Is it weird that I feel guilty that Marcie and Jenn didn't get cast? I mean, I had no say about that stuff. Totally Jeff's deal, his show and he can cast it however he likes. But, I don't know, I feel bad that I'm in the show (and I felt indifferent towards it - if I didn't get cast, I wouldn't have been broken up about it) and someone like Marcie was so into the show and the audition -- I don't know, it makes me feel guilty. Like it's my fault or I got a pass or I got handed something I didn't deserve. And this isn't anything that Marcie or Jenn put on me -- it's just the feelings that bubble up from me, naturally. It's funny, when I should feel guilty about something I actually did, I can be a complete sociopath -- but with things like this, when it's out of my hands, I have this heavy feeling in my chest. I must be paying for something from a past life (or a future life - remind me to tell you my theory of nonlinear soul progression -- cause who's to say that once you die, that you have to be reborn in only one direction on the river of time -- in my next life I could be plucked down during The Gilded Age or maybe Feudal Japan.)

We have our first read through this Saturday. Christmas here we come.