So I almost died...I guess

Well, I wrote that last post in the midst of a road trip--my first ever--that was great, but turned bad. On my way back, I was in a bad car accident. Which I have no memory of, and my car is totalled, but I need a car for the next couple of months until I move back to NYC. This will prove interesting I'm sure. I'm a little battered and bruised, but for the most part okay. Glad to be alive. I suppose we will know more once the police report comes back in a couple of weeks. I am achy and sore, and dealing with a show for which I almost wish I had not auditioned. The director is a rank amateur and has cast a child in a major role who has no discipline and has never done any acting before. I'm in hell. This means I am essentially directing myself, and to a degree my fellow actors/actresses who know they can trust me more than our director, and we go up in a couple of weeks. As Dorothy Parker would say: "What fresh hell is this?" How do I end up in these awful productions--not all the time, but enough to make me wonder?