Sitting backstage at the theatre. I've had my set change and my roommate is sitting in the audience. Now what? Today has been mayhem. Scheduling SNAFU and the fact that the cat I'm housesitting for is sick. Insanity.

12 days until I get to go home. I know I've been horrible at updating this, but spending 6 hours manning the computers- watching like a hawk to make sure the shit doesn't hit the fan, and then going to the show has made it next to impossible for me to think about anything interesting to write, let alone to actually sit down and write it.

Oh, but I will write about how there's a horrible horrible musical playing in the theatre next to us. It sounds like a cat is being skinned alive, then slammed against the drums while the bassist slams his head into the amp with glee. That's what it sounds like. HORRIBLE. And we can hear it. The sound bleeds over into our theatre and makes us sound atrocious by association. Not cool, dawg. Not cool.


Anyway, I can't wait to go home. I'm going to make a list of what I want to do and when I want to do them. Maybe I'll post it. Who knows.