I know; you’re probably freaking out.  Where in the hell is Sarah?  Is she alive?  Why is she so damn quiet?

Because, my dear readers, Sarah is buried under a mountain of PowerPoint slides.  We are playing a furious game of catch-up around here.  It’s a game that I HATE.  I’m the Virgo who is there early, prepared, and ready to go.  I’m the first one off-book.  I like being in control.  “Catch-up” is not in control.

And I am so freakin’ tired.  We’ve had rehearsal every night thus far, and I never really realized how I can’t not be 95% when I’m onstage.  Even if I’m exhausted and my body is saying, “Hey, just mark this one,” I can’t once I hit stage.  It’s a sickness.

Like the time in The Women when I managed through a three-hour rehearsal only to go the ER right afterwards.  Turns out, I wasn’t convincing anyone I wasn’t ill; Harry later said, “Well, you were slurring your words.. and you were walking funny.  Oh, and you drooled a few times.”

People are occupying my nap office today.  Bastards.  I guess I could go take 15 in my car instead.  I did that yesterday, when I parked my car for my haircut.  I just sat in my car, cocked my seat back, and had 10 minutes to myself.  It was awesome.

As much as I love my job, I would love it five times more if I worked closer to my home.