After having written a teary-eyed swan song to my acting career, which in a fit of sentimentality I even titled after a line from one of the worst Dream Theater songs ever written, I seem to have signed myself up to audition tonight for a one-act festival in May.

See, they were one male short, so they had to extend auditions, and one of the directors e-mailed me personally asking me to audition.

Considering the circumstances, I'm sure you'd all agree that I had no other choice. They want me and they need me. The actor in me is just eating this up, let me tell you.

I like acting. I wouldn't say it's in my blood or anything, but apparently it's under my skin enough that I can't stay out. Perhaps the end of my college career won't be the end of my acting career after all.