Apr 06, 2009 23:01
and the worst part is, he has no idea how strung-up he's got me. It's gotten to the point where a meaningless tickle to my back as he passes my seat is enough to get me completely distracted for the rest of the night, causing me to screw up two quick changes and get a lecture from the wardrobe director.
Or maybe he does know, and he's using it to his advantage.
I guess only time will tell.