Brrrr. It's freaking COLD in chicago. When I hear the wind howling this loud outside my window, I *really* don't want to get up. But it's 11:04... so I really should do SOMETHING.
Tech week is insane. I'm the assistant costume designer on burning chrome... and there are two insane quick changes that I have to teach my crew how to do. I don't even know if it's possible, but I have to keep hopeful. Ugh. Hopefully, today we'll cut off seconds-- minutes even. Yesterday was the first go at all the costume insanity, so it's possible we'll pick up enough speed to leave me with an optomistic feeling after rehersal tonight.
My hair is fading. It's still really orange in the front, but the back is slowly changing to blond.
There is some party tonight. I'll probably go.
I can't remember if I took my meds last night. Fuck.
Tech week is insane. I'm the assistant costume designer on burning chrome... and there are two insane quick changes that I have to teach my crew how to do. I don't even know if it's possible, but I have to keep hopeful. Ugh. Hopefully, today we'll cut off seconds-- minutes even. Yesterday was the first go at all the costume insanity, so it's possible we'll pick up enough speed to leave me with an optomistic feeling after rehersal tonight.
My hair is fading. It's still really orange in the front, but the back is slowly changing to blond.
There is some party tonight. I'll probably go.
I can't remember if I took my meds last night. Fuck.












