Hang myself with a boa from the costume shop ceiling. . .
VERY brief summary of costume crew (because that's all I have time for. . .):
last night was call at 6
run-through started at 8
run-through ended before 11 (not bad)
costume crew was let out around 1
Burger King until 1:30
Sobbing on the phone until 2:30ish
7 hours. No break. Emotional breakdown.
Yeah. Repeat tonight. Plus laundry and the makeup room.
And tomorrow, only it's a performance.
And Saturday.
And Sunday, only change up the times a little bit (but not the length, I'm sure)
Repeat, add in about 10 hours of Beowulf rehearsal, Pal Joey strike, working on monologues and scene work with Jason and you have the next week of my life.
I got to a point last night where I just quit acknowledging the existence of the people around me. I would do something if they asked me to, but I was afraid that if I looked at or spoke to anyone or allowed myself to come into contact with them in any form or fashion that I might kill them, scream at them, or cry. Possibly all 3.
And whose idea was it to give me Miss Diva herself plus 2 of the showgirls plus 2 of the ensemble?
Because I'm pretty sure that I'm going to put a bounty on his/her life.