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Taking a friggin' nap written @ 3:53 PM on April 22, 2003 Today was a bad day. I mean, dammit, I forgot I could have bad days such as these. But, as it were, Sam is still human and is capable of having a bad day. Actually, my bad day began last night at dress rehearsal. Oh, everything went fine and dandy, mind you, I pretty much got the whole stage managing thing nailed down. But before the second act I had worked myself up into such a nervous fit that I had a full-fledged migraine pounding at my head by the end of the show. The stress was mostly brought about by the fact that the playwright was fresh in from California, and I was terrified as hell of screwing up. Anyway, after it was all finished and I could begin to massage the throbbing pain from my temples, I did something very stupid and went out with the cast, the director, and the playwright-- who is very nice-- to Applebees for a victory celebration on a good rehearsal. Turns out that I didn't turn in until after one in the morning-- the roommate was still awake, that vampire-- but before I did go to bed, I was preparing my books for the next day's classes when I happened to catch the syllabus of my speech class and discovered-- much to my horror-- that an outline of my speech was due that morning. A speech that I didn't research. A speech that I didn't outline. A speech that really didn't exist. So at seven this morning, I was up, I was ready, and-- ironically enough-- I did all my research and outlined the entire damned thing in an hour and a half on, what do you know, stress management. By breakfast, I was feeling pretty shitty. But now that it's two days after Easter, and I'm still so delighted that I am finally able to drink soda again, that I nursed away my troubles over a Mountain Dew, very much like an alcoholic would his Jack Daniels. Oh, I got full credit for the shitty outline I put together-- miraculous enough-- but not until after I failed a pop quiz. Yeah, that was fun. Then it was off to Professor Snape of the History of Europe's class to conquer yet another quiz and then let him drone on about how "not primitive" the Europeans of the Middle Ages were-- and then was whisked away to art concepts class, in which I nearly fell asleep over a heated discussion on whether or not tatoos and body piercings are really art. Lastly it was off to the scene shop to finish my sets for the three shows. That was the only thing that went right today: they are finished, they are ready, they belong to me. So here I am, almost four o'clock, sitting in my room enjoying my Raman noodles and my peach-flavored soda. My day of darkness is not yet over, as there is a second dress rehearsal tonight (we open on Thursday), and come hell or high water I AM TAKING A NAP.
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