In which Emma is brain dead and still very bad at saying "no"
Horrible is finally entirely over. Follies rehearsals have started and are going well. Being a performer this year feels so weird! But good. But weird. Tempest touring starts in less than a week now - I am utterly terrified and have no idea how this is going to go (PS, I got promoted to director, by virtue of the fact that JP was unable to make most of the rehearsals).
Really appreciating the ladies of Touchstone of late. Lisa helps keep me sane every day (or at least assuring that we go insane at approximately the same rate), and I love sharing an office with her. Cathleen is a staggeringly capable artist, and I love having the opportunity to work with her. Anne is so sweet and earnest and caring, and I am still overly happy about our beer-and-bitching date of three weeks ago.
Today was pretty long and awful. I've decided, though, that the answer is not to just crash and get as much sleep as I can find ASAP after getting home but carving out a couple hours to unwind and have time for myself. This means I'll only be getting five hours of sleep or so, but I really don't think I want to have another week of painfully long days where I come home long enough to collapse of exhaustion and plunge right back into the fray. I'm hoping this option will be better for my sanity. And I'm going to read back this passage in the morning when I'm feeling stupid and underslept in an effort to convince myself that it was the right choice :P
It really bothers me that I won't have a free weekend between now and the end of Follies. Rental events this weekend and next, The Lost Ones the week after that, Thanksgiving the week after that, and then we open Follies and run for three weeks.
On the plus side, the rental this past weekend was the easiest, most pleasant thing ever - two local stage magicians who put together a magic show with actual plot, theme, &c. Some of it worked, some of it didn't, but god dammit, it was something new and exciting and the proceeds went to four local non-profits, one of them being us, and I really enjoyed the process. Also, they were uber prepared - they had booth staff and box office staff, so I basically just made the coffee, smiled at the patrons, and watched the show. ALSO. They got me flowers. I died of cute.
Feeling the desperate urge to get back into RPG writing. Had a couple Iviran ideas that I might try to put down on paper/screen in the next week, assuming I find the breathing room for it.
Fourth anniversary with Kevin coming up this month. When I am not feeling rushed off my feet and ready to stab things, I feel very lucky to be in love.
I think that's it for now.
Really appreciating the ladies of Touchstone of late. Lisa helps keep me sane every day (or at least assuring that we go insane at approximately the same rate), and I love sharing an office with her. Cathleen is a staggeringly capable artist, and I love having the opportunity to work with her. Anne is so sweet and earnest and caring, and I am still overly happy about our beer-and-bitching date of three weeks ago.
Today was pretty long and awful. I've decided, though, that the answer is not to just crash and get as much sleep as I can find ASAP after getting home but carving out a couple hours to unwind and have time for myself. This means I'll only be getting five hours of sleep or so, but I really don't think I want to have another week of painfully long days where I come home long enough to collapse of exhaustion and plunge right back into the fray. I'm hoping this option will be better for my sanity. And I'm going to read back this passage in the morning when I'm feeling stupid and underslept in an effort to convince myself that it was the right choice :P
It really bothers me that I won't have a free weekend between now and the end of Follies. Rental events this weekend and next, The Lost Ones the week after that, Thanksgiving the week after that, and then we open Follies and run for three weeks.
On the plus side, the rental this past weekend was the easiest, most pleasant thing ever - two local stage magicians who put together a magic show with actual plot, theme, &c. Some of it worked, some of it didn't, but god dammit, it was something new and exciting and the proceeds went to four local non-profits, one of them being us, and I really enjoyed the process. Also, they were uber prepared - they had booth staff and box office staff, so I basically just made the coffee, smiled at the patrons, and watched the show. ALSO. They got me flowers. I died of cute.
Feeling the desperate urge to get back into RPG writing. Had a couple Iviran ideas that I might try to put down on paper/screen in the next week, assuming I find the breathing room for it.
Fourth anniversary with Kevin coming up this month. When I am not feeling rushed off my feet and ready to stab things, I feel very lucky to be in love.
I think that's it for now.