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on sunday, i found a gun in the women's bathroom in the cathedral. that's fucked.
even more fucked is the half-hour it took campus police to get there.
theatrewise, i am directing two things at this very moment, the sheep game's getting a staged reading soon, and i am in a show for pptco's b&w festival. i'm swamped. and this isn't even counting school. or social butterflying.
and my throat hurts, yuck.
and parag, mary and i have just decided that boys are clearly bigger gossips than girls, so why gossiping ever got attributed to women in the first place is a mystery.
even more fucked is the half-hour it took campus police to get there.
theatrewise, i am directing two things at this very moment, the sheep game's getting a staged reading soon, and i am in a show for pptco's b&w festival. i'm swamped. and this isn't even counting school. or social butterflying.
and my throat hurts, yuck.
and parag, mary and i have just decided that boys are clearly bigger gossips than girls, so why gossiping ever got attributed to women in the first place is a mystery.