Long Weekend My Ass
Long day.
Picked up Funky and went to our seven hour rehearsal. I suck. I really really really suck. I'm getting alienated and ashamed and relentlessly self-critical.
After that, went to get greasy food. Happy meal for Aaron.
Picked Aaron up from work. His eyes are bloodshot, and sore. He looks kinda under the weather. Gave him his happy meal. Yes, it made him happy. I'm a good girlfriend!
Drove him and Funky back to my place, had a quick game of pool with my parents. Went to pick up Jon to go to Schanks. Met up with others. Drove Aaron home. Came back, but only Jon, Kim and Funky remained. The others went to the Joyce (they had called me to tell me to give people rides, but dammit, that seven hour rehearsal sustaining only on a coffee and carmel pecan tart killed me, on top of the six hour rehearsal yesterday which I tried to ride on nothing more than coffee), but because of my exhaustion and complete lack of desire to go to the bar, especially since I had already dropped Aaron off, and I have two essays to write this weekend, plus work on both Saturday and Sunday. So much for long weekend.
I'm hoping that Aaron and I will manage to find time to rent the Nightmare Before Christmas. Wicked movie.
And I've discovered Funky is far too much like Finn. It's scary. They get along too well... gotta watch that. :P
Ok, well, since my mind is obviously too tired for consistent thoughts that follow linear patterns, I believe it's time for me to go to bed and dream of my lines so I can memorize them.
Picked up Funky and went to our seven hour rehearsal. I suck. I really really really suck. I'm getting alienated and ashamed and relentlessly self-critical.
After that, went to get greasy food. Happy meal for Aaron.
Picked Aaron up from work. His eyes are bloodshot, and sore. He looks kinda under the weather. Gave him his happy meal. Yes, it made him happy. I'm a good girlfriend!
Drove him and Funky back to my place, had a quick game of pool with my parents. Went to pick up Jon to go to Schanks. Met up with others. Drove Aaron home. Came back, but only Jon, Kim and Funky remained. The others went to the Joyce (they had called me to tell me to give people rides, but dammit, that seven hour rehearsal sustaining only on a coffee and carmel pecan tart killed me, on top of the six hour rehearsal yesterday which I tried to ride on nothing more than coffee), but because of my exhaustion and complete lack of desire to go to the bar, especially since I had already dropped Aaron off, and I have two essays to write this weekend, plus work on both Saturday and Sunday. So much for long weekend.
I'm hoping that Aaron and I will manage to find time to rent the Nightmare Before Christmas. Wicked movie.
And I've discovered Funky is far too much like Finn. It's scary. They get along too well... gotta watch that. :P
Ok, well, since my mind is obviously too tired for consistent thoughts that follow linear patterns, I believe it's time for me to go to bed and dream of my lines so I can memorize them.