headache. ow.

you know what happens to a girl when she's rushed out of bed, into a freezing shower, left behind, and then chugs coffee too quickly while angry at her impatient parents? her head implodes. it's not comfortable. in fact, THIS girl finds it decidedly painful.

it's times like these i wish i had brought my stage management kit home with me. i could then avoid scouring the house for the aspirin. how did a pack-rat like my mother birth me? i digress.

have some art. it's good for you.

typing away

with plans to stage manage next season's production of Shakespeare's "The Comedy of Errors," i find myself overachieving... again. i swear, when i'm not doing more than i should, i'm lazy. i hate being lazy. it's almost as bad as being angry. i do what i can to avoid both. therefore, i plan eight months ahead of myself. it seems to work so far.

i've scoured the internet and it turns out that none of the online formats of the script will agree to copy and paste into a word document. bummer. ah, well. i have bartleby.com and my copy of "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare" to go off of and i've begun transcribing.

it's oddly relaxing. i haven't been in front of a computer screen for such lengths of time since finals week.

not that i want to reminisce about finals week. it was hell.

i do, however, enjoy typing. it gives me a feeling of purpose.