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First, GIP. Wheee, troyswann! Thankee. You like what I've done?
I've also uploaded about half a dozen other new icons that I haven't had a chance to use properly. Alas.
Second off, the fact that it took me three tries to get my fingers in the right place to type that "first" tells you how long the day has been. Week. Term. Every night this week I told myself I was going to bed at midnight, because I've been constantly exhausted, and it hasn't happened yet. I've given up tonight, though I might get close again like I did last night.
I spend most days never seeing my apartment, and barely my own room. I'm gone from ten to eight in the morning to ten after ten at night and spend most of those hours actually here trying to sleep. Only right now I'm still too keyed up from rehearsal--images were clicking, inner monologue was showing itself finally, I was actively listening once Hecuba bloody got her lines, and once again we had a stage full of weeping young women. But for this play, that's actually kind of a good thing. And it really has been fun; I've been spending time with people I usually never get to see, or don't get to see enough, and oddly, perversely, this term is forcing me to take time, 'cos I spend the time with people rather than running off to do homework because I'm neurotic like that. I'm still neurotic, but I'm also shrugging and saying, "I've only got a half-hour between class and work call anyway; wanna run to the Giz?"
And my mom is one of the most wonderful people in the entire freaking world. I'm not sure she realises that, though I have been trying to get the point across lately. Maybe I should do something really nice for her and dad's anniversary (oh bugger in five days), if I can find the time...
I've also uploaded about half a dozen other new icons that I haven't had a chance to use properly. Alas.
Second off, the fact that it took me three tries to get my fingers in the right place to type that "first" tells you how long the day has been. Week. Term. Every night this week I told myself I was going to bed at midnight, because I've been constantly exhausted, and it hasn't happened yet. I've given up tonight, though I might get close again like I did last night.
I spend most days never seeing my apartment, and barely my own room. I'm gone from ten to eight in the morning to ten after ten at night and spend most of those hours actually here trying to sleep. Only right now I'm still too keyed up from rehearsal--images were clicking, inner monologue was showing itself finally, I was actively listening once Hecuba bloody got her lines, and once again we had a stage full of weeping young women. But for this play, that's actually kind of a good thing. And it really has been fun; I've been spending time with people I usually never get to see, or don't get to see enough, and oddly, perversely, this term is forcing me to take time, 'cos I spend the time with people rather than running off to do homework because I'm neurotic like that. I'm still neurotic, but I'm also shrugging and saying, "I've only got a half-hour between class and work call anyway; wanna run to the Giz?"
And my mom is one of the most wonderful people in the entire freaking world. I'm not sure she realises that, though I have been trying to get the point across lately. Maybe I should do something really nice for her and dad's anniversary (oh bugger in five days), if I can find the time...