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Great fucking damn! This is the first time I've woken up late this week. I'd be able to get to physics class if I lived on campus... if I lived on campus.... And why did it have to be physics?! Now I have to wait for the damn 9:43am bus.
I know I'm truly sick when I can't stay up all night, and that was my plan last night. However, the coughing fits of doom yesterday couldn't have done me good. And I got yelled at for coming to stage crew late yesterday, and was told that if I was going to die from being sick, at least do it at the theater... - right you pigfuckers - first of all call for the spotlights was 1.5 hours earlier than it needed to be, and secondly it really helps me to be alone while I'm hacking up a lung and my lunch into the toilet. But I shouldn't have been surprised by the reaction I got for coming late - I've worked in theaters long enough to know that you show up, no matter what, or else people go into worrying fits, thinking they're going to have to find a spotlight op in an hour. The show is your life while you're working it - there's no other way about it.
But yeah the show went well. Many naked people on stage during one dance of the show. It was the first time it had ever been performed, ever, so the playwright came on stage afterward to ask questions of what the audience thought and answer questions from the audience. I personally thought that it was a pretty awesome performance, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was still around in 20 years. But, of course, I thought lighting made all the difference - I'm such a techie.
I've been in and out of my personal puddle of sorrow this week. Right now I'm really trying to stay afloat on top of that puddle, but this missing physics is really getting to me, and weighing me down. I want to just screw the rest of the day and stay home, but I have to go to an elementary school today and teach a plate tectonics unit for a volunteer program that I'm doing, so I can't let those kids down (I hope I don't get them sick).
Surround me in the music and don't let me go. I want to live in the dense syrup forever, not knowing anything else exists. Massless. My body turning and curling and twisting and stretching with every touch of resonance. Not knowing anything else exists, in a catalyst of peace. My mind at peace. My heart at peace. My soul at peace. Surround me and don't let me go.
I know I'm truly sick when I can't stay up all night, and that was my plan last night. However, the coughing fits of doom yesterday couldn't have done me good. And I got yelled at for coming to stage crew late yesterday, and was told that if I was going to die from being sick, at least do it at the theater... - right you pigfuckers - first of all call for the spotlights was 1.5 hours earlier than it needed to be, and secondly it really helps me to be alone while I'm hacking up a lung and my lunch into the toilet. But I shouldn't have been surprised by the reaction I got for coming late - I've worked in theaters long enough to know that you show up, no matter what, or else people go into worrying fits, thinking they're going to have to find a spotlight op in an hour. The show is your life while you're working it - there's no other way about it.
But yeah the show went well. Many naked people on stage during one dance of the show. It was the first time it had ever been performed, ever, so the playwright came on stage afterward to ask questions of what the audience thought and answer questions from the audience. I personally thought that it was a pretty awesome performance, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was still around in 20 years. But, of course, I thought lighting made all the difference - I'm such a techie.
I've been in and out of my personal puddle of sorrow this week. Right now I'm really trying to stay afloat on top of that puddle, but this missing physics is really getting to me, and weighing me down. I want to just screw the rest of the day and stay home, but I have to go to an elementary school today and teach a plate tectonics unit for a volunteer program that I'm doing, so I can't let those kids down (I hope I don't get them sick).
Surround me in the music and don't let me go. I want to live in the dense syrup forever, not knowing anything else exists. Massless. My body turning and curling and twisting and stretching with every touch of resonance. Not knowing anything else exists, in a catalyst of peace. My mind at peace. My heart at peace. My soul at peace. Surround me and don't let me go.