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February 4, 2009
I’m glad I don’t live with actors; they’re a peculiar bunch. Get a couple of them together and the volume of general conversation soars through the roof. There’s a fevered desire, compulsion almost, to entertain and make the others laugh. To escalate the joke – keep the ball in the air and the ‘banter’ flowing. It’s pretty tiring to watch. I see her sipping coffee, trying to read a book, glancing over at us, frowning. We’ve ruined her sanctuary and are oblivious to it. I should invite her over; ask her to join in but that’s not how the world works.