Play exhaustion
So. Fucking. Exhausted.
I've been working backstage on Crazy For You for the past...four days now, and I haven't been home before ten fifteen or later all week, and it's the beginning of a new trimester, and I haven't had time to do anything except eat sleep school work.
So if I've been supposed to talk to you about a project or anything else- Rinney, Bella, whoever, I'm terribly sorry but I am a zombie and anything I'd have to say would be nonsense punctuated with "Turn the fucking platform! Get out of the wings! Get me that table!" kind of drivel.
I just keep telling myself, "You have backstage passes to the 48 Straight friday night. You will be going to malibu with miranda for a week the next day. Just ignore everything else and you will live."
So yeah.
I've been working backstage on Crazy For You for the past...four days now, and I haven't been home before ten fifteen or later all week, and it's the beginning of a new trimester, and I haven't had time to do anything except eat sleep school work.
So if I've been supposed to talk to you about a project or anything else- Rinney, Bella, whoever, I'm terribly sorry but I am a zombie and anything I'd have to say would be nonsense punctuated with "Turn the fucking platform! Get out of the wings! Get me that table!" kind of drivel.
I just keep telling myself, "You have backstage passes to the 48 Straight friday night. You will be going to malibu with miranda for a week the next day. Just ignore everything else and you will live."
So yeah.