We're still in 12 hour/day rehearsals. I'm so tired and broken that all I want to do is hide in bed and cry. Or quit immediately and drive my ass upstate to spend some serious quality time with the Professor, who I THINK remembers my name, but I'm not sure at this point.
I just spaced out entirely. What was I saying?
Oh yeah, rehearsals. What my job entails is making sure that the actors have all their costumes and help them change their costumes throughout the show. Sounds simple, right? Yeah. No. It's basically running and hauling heavy costumes and ripping them off people and buttoning them UP people and then doing it eleventy million more times until you drop dead or the curtain closes, whichever comes first.
But I have a feeling that they would raise me from the dead to make sure the show is finished. I can die on my own time, dammit!
So anyway, sorry everything has been so sparse around here. I'll be back, I really, really swear I will. Just let me get through this week. Oh please oh please oh please let me get through this week.
I'd bust out in tears, but I'm too tired. I'll be back tomorrow, deities willing. We'll see. Don't hold your breath.