Phoooo.

[salophile]

Up till 2 on Saturday morning, slept until 9, drove for two hours with Mom, had to go straight to the theatre without lunch at 12:30, did backstagework, weathered three huge fallings-out in the cast nursed our leading lady who suddenly had an emotional and physical breakdown at the same time, lived on caffeine, swore at the turntable which finally totally died, did strike until 1:00 in the morning. Slept until 11, wrote, worked on the fic exchange, work at 1, got home at 8:00, went to GSA meeting from 8:30-10:30, took a walk, came home, fell into bed.

I'm a little delirious.

(IF APHRODITE AND ARES HAD A SON TOGETHER IN THIS DAY AND AGE, WOULD THEY CALL IT THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA?)