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Awoke this morning to dad and Tyler engaged in a screaming match about I-don't-know-what, was shortly informed that mom was pissed about some work I didn't get done while she was out of town (for the record, had I not spent most of each day rehearsing, I would probably have finished. Oops. Sorry, mom. I'll just tell Grant I have to leave two hours early and the rest of the cast can just rehearse without me even though I am onstage constantly, interacting with every single other person on the stage. That should work, right?) and decided it would be a good time to go back to sleep and hope the world had calmed down by the time I got up. I am now alone in the house, so there is at least momentary quiet.
You know, usually, my family is lovely. I adore them. They're fairly sane and reasonable, and they're entertaining, and they are quite ridiculously helpful. But when one person is in a bad mood it seems like it sets everyone else off, and then there's just no point trying to pretend to be something resembling a sane human being for the next few days. And this is a bad time to have one of those collective bad moods, because I have far too many other things to be dealing with.
And now I'm whining. Really whining. I know it's not that bad and that it'll pass soon and that it wouldn't seem so bad if I'd had the sense to get more sleep the past few days. I've been whining about a lot of things lately, rather pointlessly, and it's making me feel like an utter brat, which I suppose is all right, because behaving like a brat probably should make a person feel like one, right? So, to those who have had to put up with me the past couple of days, I'm sorry, and I promise I don't intend to keep on like this forever. To those who are considering telling me that they are sorry things suck and they are sure it will get better, don't worry, I know that already. There is no cause for concern, just me being a drama queen, which anyone who has known me for a couple of years will tell you is something I do rather frequently. Now I've had my bitchfest, I'll calm down and it'll all be fine again.
On the plus side, Wednesday we move to our actual Fringe venue for rehearsal. And Oliver! is over now, so all but three cast members are going to be gaining a sudden burst of "I have way more spare time on my hands now" energy, which is always wonderful. And hey, I still have Sweeney/Dorian crossovers to write, and Jane's birthday fic. <3 And that goes a long way towards making everything warm and happy inside for me.