Theatre is painful you guys...
My arms hurt from carrying bits of seating stand around. It is quite possibly a million degrees outside, and in the afternoon, when the guys looked at the seating stand and went "umm... we did a bit of this wrong. We have to take half of it down. And get some new pieces. From our workshop. Two hours away", then it was two million degrees. But it was someone's fault not mine. Not even a "my crew" fault - it was the contractors. And I got to flirt with a cute guy all day.
Except that it is still too hot, and I am sticky and unpleasant. And my arms hurt.
Also I have already wrote the minimum word count for futureisours (1094 words) but I no longer like any of them. Which is what happens when I try and get from picture in my head to words on screen. They all become terrible. Stupid words.
How are you guys?
Except that it is still too hot, and I am sticky and unpleasant. And my arms hurt.
Also I have already wrote the minimum word count for futureisours (1094 words) but I no longer like any of them. Which is what happens when I try and get from picture in my head to words on screen. They all become terrible. Stupid words.
How are you guys?