You know how you can find inspiration in anything?  This was mine today.

The most important thing that I could’ve managed to forget in the past few days is that WHEN you call to reserve your tickets for Pinocchio, you MUST tell them that Sarah Brown sent you.

We are having a contest.  You know I have to win.

 

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.