theyellowhobbit

Oh dear God, please let me survive the show.

Sunday was load-in. I did not get any of my own work done, despite having tons of downtime. So much downtime that I wasn't needed at all past 4:00, but I didn't know that until we gave up at 11:00pm or whenever we gave up running through the show. And by running through I mean doing lighting, since we still have not had a dress rehearsal yet. We only get one. Tomorrow. Yeah, the day before the show.

That second one is actually going to be my bio photo. And that's a neanderthal skull casting (ie, made out of epoxy and not bone) that Janet Monge has loaned me. I keep it in my living room, since I don't want it to get stolen.

I'm frazzled. I'm so behind on this thesis. Though today I found one useful thing. That's it. I even forgot my socks in Houston Hall and didn't realize until I walked outside. At that point I was just like "screw it." They're socks. I doubt anyone will steal them from our auditorium.

And now I'm sending