can't stop... clowns will eat me...
While everyone else seems to have had a relaxing weekend off, I stopped only to sleep. I didn't even stop to eat.
From (literally) sunup to well past sundown I toiled under the needle, or in rehearsal, or at "family" functions. (side note: Quills is in a good place for 3 weeks from opening, and rehearsal for FGH rocked. The boys are doing well, and we've trimmed the fat off the script nicely.)
I have a pile of handsewing with me today. I lost half an hour when the internet ate the first three pages of notes I had for Zach after Saturday's quills run. Grrr... after ferverishly retyping and finishing the five pages of notes, I am now moving on to my cruel mistress, the needle.
My mom is coming over on Tuesday to help. I love her.
I keep telling myself that the reason I'm working so hard and so fast is so that I will be able to take time away from all of this next week while Joe is here.
...
Ok, I'm done with the Carin Pity Party.
*sigh*
back to work.
From (literally) sunup to well past sundown I toiled under the needle, or in rehearsal, or at "family" functions. (side note: Quills is in a good place for 3 weeks from opening, and rehearsal for FGH rocked. The boys are doing well, and we've trimmed the fat off the script nicely.)
I have a pile of handsewing with me today. I lost half an hour when the internet ate the first three pages of notes I had for Zach after Saturday's quills run. Grrr... after ferverishly retyping and finishing the five pages of notes, I am now moving on to my cruel mistress, the needle.
My mom is coming over on Tuesday to help. I love her.
I keep telling myself that the reason I'm working so hard and so fast is so that I will be able to take time away from all of this next week while Joe is here.
...
Ok, I'm done with the Carin Pity Party.
*sigh*
back to work.