I fell asleep while watching my play after ten cups of coffee and they're still not here.
I would've been in bed by one but I kept rolling over onto my hand and feeling the wounds protest; at midnight my fingers had oozed so much I had to change the bandages.
There were people apparently having a party in the parking lot. I got up and wrote. I'm actually proud of what I wrote even if it did seem a lot funnier at 3 a.m. than it does now.
I got up again at 7 to go to all-day tech.
Note: To anyone thinking of going into theater for any reason or amount of time whatsoever, do not get four hours of sleep the night before, have random panic attacks, and then drink ten cups of coffee (yes, ten) to keep yourself awake. All that will happen is that you will shake uncontrollably and feel as if there's a minor skirmish being fought on rough terrain inside your stomach and your panic. Will. Escalate.
For seven hours I panicked and fought a war in my stomach. This is the most exhausted I've ever been in recent memory and I am completely physically and emotionally drained; I almost started crying when I realized I couldn't take a bath at the time I had planned on. I really need a nap and I wasn't even one of the people who stayed in the theater all night; our assistant technical director was on the clock for 24 hours.
The one upshot was that Lewis the Flamingly Blaringly Gay Boy informed me that the really hot dykey-looking girl with the lip ring who talked to me on Wednesday is in fact an out lesbian. Now I can develop a crush on her without offending her worldview, at least.
There were people apparently having a party in the parking lot. I got up and wrote. I'm actually proud of what I wrote even if it did seem a lot funnier at 3 a.m. than it does now.
I got up again at 7 to go to all-day tech.
Note: To anyone thinking of going into theater for any reason or amount of time whatsoever, do not get four hours of sleep the night before, have random panic attacks, and then drink ten cups of coffee (yes, ten) to keep yourself awake. All that will happen is that you will shake uncontrollably and feel as if there's a minor skirmish being fought on rough terrain inside your stomach and your panic. Will. Escalate.
For seven hours I panicked and fought a war in my stomach. This is the most exhausted I've ever been in recent memory and I am completely physically and emotionally drained; I almost started crying when I realized I couldn't take a bath at the time I had planned on. I really need a nap and I wasn't even one of the people who stayed in the theater all night; our assistant technical director was on the clock for 24 hours.
The one upshot was that Lewis the Flamingly Blaringly Gay Boy informed me that the really hot dykey-looking girl with the lip ring who talked to me on Wednesday is in fact an out lesbian. Now I can develop a crush on her without offending her worldview, at least.