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Monologue
Mania Day #289 by Janet S. Tiger The Day After Nov. 28, 2014 Note: A few words about 'free' - all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty info.
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The Day After
A monologue by Janet S.
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(A woman is crying, wailing actually, as she slowly comes onstage. She has a big box of kleenex and she leaves a trail behind.)
Waaaahhhhh! I always hate the day after! Especially the day after Thanksgiving! There's so much to do, to shop for, to clean up, to prepare for Christmas! And I am never ready! It seems like the year just started and now it's almost over and I have not done half the things I wanted to!
Like write my first novel! Or take that cruise to the Mediterranean! Or learn to play the piano! Or study Chinese!
And forget all of those - I barely had time to clean the refrigerator!
Waaaahhhhh!
(She pulls out a kleenex. Horrors, it's the last one!)
Oh, no....this was my last box of kleenex! And I hate using toilet paper, it's an admission of poor planning! And I hate the thought of going out to shop for more kleenex in those horrible stampeding crowds! What will I do? Waaahhhhh!
(She stops crying suddenly and looks at the kleenexes on the floor, reaches down to pick one up, blows her nose.)
That wasn't so bad, these are barely used, although they are awfully small compared to what they were when I was a child.....or was that because I was smaller? Oh, who can figure out the complexities of this world! Waaaah!
(She goes to use the kleenex on her eyes, thinks better of it, uses her sleeve.)
Oh, it just gets worse and worse! Here I am, wiping my eyes with my....sleeves! My mother, rest her soul, is probably spinning in her grave over this, (imitates) 'I taught you better, Rose Ellen, pull yourself together and leave this pity party!'
(Herself) But I can't momma! Everything is just falling to pieces around me! Like ......I can't even think of an analogy, I'm so tired! Let me see, what did that therapist tell me to do when I felt like this.....was it take a shower, or a nap, or jump off a bridge, no, not that last one......wait, it was.....focus on what is the real trouble.......I think that was it.......
(She stops, puts the kleenexes down, thinks)
What is the real problem here? (She nods, scratches, takes a deep breath)
I don't want to admit it, I suppose, because, well, getting to this point is hard.....but I guess.....(another deep breath)....I guess I'm upset because........my youth is gone......I can't do what I once could.....oh, who am I fooling......this is all because of that damned pie......it was so delicious.....(she revels in it) mmmmmmm......
(She shrugs her shoulders, turns to leave, stops, looks back)
And the worst part is - I don't have room for another piece!
(She exits - not the end of the pie....yet)
Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Waaaahhhhh! I always hate the day after! Especially the day after Thanksgiving! There's so much to do, to shop for, to clean up, to prepare for Christmas! And I am never ready! It seems like the year just started and now it's almost over and I have not done half the things I wanted to!
Like write my first novel! Or take that cruise to the Mediterranean! Or learn to play the piano! Or study Chinese!
And forget all of those - I barely had time to clean the refrigerator!
Waaaahhhhh!
(She pulls out a kleenex. Horrors, it's the last one!)
Oh, no....this was my last box of kleenex! And I hate using toilet paper, it's an admission of poor planning! And I hate the thought of going out to shop for more kleenex in those horrible stampeding crowds! What will I do? Waaahhhhh!
(She stops crying suddenly and looks at the kleenexes on the floor, reaches down to pick one up, blows her nose.)
That wasn't so bad, these are barely used, although they are awfully small compared to what they were when I was a child.....or was that because I was smaller? Oh, who can figure out the complexities of this world! Waaaah!
(She goes to use the kleenex on her eyes, thinks better of it, uses her sleeve.)
Oh, it just gets worse and worse! Here I am, wiping my eyes with my....sleeves! My mother, rest her soul, is probably spinning in her grave over this, (imitates) 'I taught you better, Rose Ellen, pull yourself together and leave this pity party!'
(Herself) But I can't momma! Everything is just falling to pieces around me! Like ......I can't even think of an analogy, I'm so tired! Let me see, what did that therapist tell me to do when I felt like this.....was it take a shower, or a nap, or jump off a bridge, no, not that last one......wait, it was.....focus on what is the real trouble.......I think that was it.......
(She stops, puts the kleenexes down, thinks)
What is the real problem here? (She nods, scratches, takes a deep breath)
I don't want to admit it, I suppose, because, well, getting to this point is hard.....but I guess.....(another deep breath)....I guess I'm upset because........my youth is gone......I can't do what I once could.....oh, who am I fooling......this is all because of that damned pie......it was so delicious.....(she revels in it) mmmmmmm......
(She shrugs her shoulders, turns to leave, stops, looks back)
And the worst part is - I don't have room for another piece!
(She exits - not the end of the pie....yet)
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Happy Birthday Louis!Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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