First day on its feet for Six Degrees. We blocked the scene with the parents and kids. I made part good on my promise to get off book, but I was doing a fair bit of cheating. I need to find some way to physicalize the confrontation without crossing my arms, because nearly everybody else in the scene is going to have the instinct to do the same. Probably some kind of riff on Larkin's hear-no-evil objective.

I need to associate some repellent music with the kids. Maybe hard rap, maybe Lawrence Welk.

I wonder why Ben says, "I'm only this pathetic extension of your eighth rate personality."

The back hall to the rehearsal space is just as smelly as ever. We finished a scene and stepped over to a storage area to the side, and Karen eyed a ceiling tile that had fallen to the floor. There was a curly gray blob on it, perhaps adhesive, perhaps worse. She asked, "What is that? It looks like a scorpion." I told her (as if in character as Larkin) that it didn't pay to ask about the junk lying on the floor.

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