masquerade

Well, post show depression seems to be taking the form of god-damn-it-I'm-sleepy (understandable show-related sleep deprivation backlog catching up with me) and an urge to go out dancing. I mean, I like dancing, but why now?

My little sister has gone home again. It was nice to have her around for a few weeks. We're eight years apart, so that thing where you're both kind of adults but live in the same house never happened with us. And no, we didn't fight.

Work forgot to pay me. I hate this plan. I complained and am supposed to be getting a cheque on Friday. This is the drawback of working for a big bureaucracy. They lose things. Dorks.

Otherwise, I'm busy setting up auditions for the Fringe show and organizing next season. No, the administrative stuff never ends. Hence why danny_g pawned it off on me, yes?

I'm going to go take a bath. Maybe I'll have better narrative flow next time, but I guarantee nothing.