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.