awesome
i have such a pounding migraine, i think i know how zeus felt when hephaestus cracked through his skull with a freaking hammer.
and gee, i wonder why.
we only have 375 programs for 2 nights.
easy math = (2 shows)(325 seat capacity) = 650 programs needed.
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(forward all SFLO mail to MY address) + (change 800 phone number to MY address) + (need to have address) + (need for a land line, phone, fax, scanner, printer, etc.) x (3 days to acquire)
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serious stress migraine
on top of that, it can be all the little things. fighting between chorusmaster and conductor. too much money spent here, too little there. too ambitious of a set designer and too cheap a budget to pay for a set builder.
i just want some excedrin migraine. it works miracles. not even smoking would help now. it'd probably just make it worse actually.
but hey, if you call our 1 800 number, you'll hear my voice. my message. and soon enough, it'll be coming through in my apartment. and so will all of our mail. permanently. so i guess i'm stuck there. more than i'd hoped to be.
and somehow... i'll be able to fit everything that takes up so much room it's stored in 3 rooms worth here in san rafael. office supplies, office files and records, performance and concession supplies...
at least it won't be filled with HUGE FUCKING SPIDERS like it is now.
mother fucker.
and i broke in the new iBoogie 2.0 (as iBoogie original version was lost) and sadly it also meant my headphones were lost and i had to use *gasp* Apple headphones. which i hate.
i'm not sure why they don't work for me. perhaps i have silly-shaped ears. perhaps my multiple odd piercings get in the way. perhaps it's because i have an exploded eardrum that's sensitive to things jamming into my ear canal (other than the occasional Qtip or penis... just kidding! i know, it's not funny)
but seriously, maybe that's why i have a migraine. the damn headphones. you can't really call them headphones because they don't involve your head. they should be called ear phones. or ear jamming pieces of crap that can't play any bass register at all.
but anyway, i got on that topic because, the back of my iBoogie 2.0 reads:
art makes science her bitch
well, actually it says
art makes science her biotch
because it said "inappropriate text" when i tried the first one. sadly, it's a quote from bones. happily, it's so freaking true.
and gee, i wonder why.
we only have 375 programs for 2 nights.
easy math = (2 shows)(325 seat capacity) = 650 programs needed.
+
(forward all SFLO mail to MY address) + (change 800 phone number to MY address) + (need to have address) + (need for a land line, phone, fax, scanner, printer, etc.) x (3 days to acquire)
________________________________________________
serious stress migraine
on top of that, it can be all the little things. fighting between chorusmaster and conductor. too much money spent here, too little there. too ambitious of a set designer and too cheap a budget to pay for a set builder.
i just want some excedrin migraine. it works miracles. not even smoking would help now. it'd probably just make it worse actually.
but hey, if you call our 1 800 number, you'll hear my voice. my message. and soon enough, it'll be coming through in my apartment. and so will all of our mail. permanently. so i guess i'm stuck there. more than i'd hoped to be.
and somehow... i'll be able to fit everything that takes up so much room it's stored in 3 rooms worth here in san rafael. office supplies, office files and records, performance and concession supplies...
at least it won't be filled with HUGE FUCKING SPIDERS like it is now.
mother fucker.
and i broke in the new iBoogie 2.0 (as iBoogie original version was lost) and sadly it also meant my headphones were lost and i had to use *gasp* Apple headphones. which i hate.
i'm not sure why they don't work for me. perhaps i have silly-shaped ears. perhaps my multiple odd piercings get in the way. perhaps it's because i have an exploded eardrum that's sensitive to things jamming into my ear canal (other than the occasional Qtip or penis... just kidding! i know, it's not funny)
but seriously, maybe that's why i have a migraine. the damn headphones. you can't really call them headphones because they don't involve your head. they should be called ear phones. or ear jamming pieces of crap that can't play any bass register at all.
but anyway, i got on that topic because, the back of my iBoogie 2.0 reads:
art makes science her bitch
well, actually it says
art makes science her biotch
because it said "inappropriate text" when i tried the first one. sadly, it's a quote from bones. happily, it's so freaking true.