Today I rediscovered the world of theatre production. Since in some way or another up until now I have been cheated out of the opportunity to learn stagecraft (really learn it, not just play at it), I decided to take a class at college before I graduate. So far, it's gone pretty well. I am feeling like somewhat of an idiot trying to remember the names of all the tools, I've got dirt up my nose and under my fingernails from cleaning lights, and I've discovered my fear of hights has greatly increased...but I am enjoying it! Plus, I haven't once been asked to do costumes, make-up, or painting. Screw you Mrs. Cooper! High school theatre was a lot of fun...more because of the people than anything else. Nothing in college theatre will ever compare to the memories from stage crew at South. I mean, the people are great...but there's no orgy pad, falling "pteradactyls", movies on the scrim, backrubs, "Hoper-proof" construction, "Fu-fu in!", headset sing-alongs, psycho love triangles, orchestra pit dives, "who the hell has mic 3!?!", tilted booths, fortuneless fortune cookies, cordless drill guns (Chino in West Side Story), student matinee sunrises, hard drives of illegal mp3s, or late nights brought to you by a small pipe propping the stage right door open. Of course, I'm no longer the high-schooler who could survive on a few hours of sleep and work/play all day. All this work is wearing me out. My old age is setting in...achey back and neck, droopy eyelids, memory loss...*sigh* I can't wait till this weekend. The next day and a half can't go by fast enough. I have been deprived of snuggling for too long, and I am in desparate need of kisses. I want to forget about all my stress for a little while and enjoy some Trav time. Until then, sleep will have to suffice as my only source of rejuvenation. *curls up in bed to dream of being someplace better...like in someone's arms* I am such a sap. :P