Day Two Hundred and Eighty-Three: So behind it hurts.
So here’s the skinny.
Thursday I had a nice short and concise rehearsal in Massey,
and met AJ to go downtown to shut down the shops and be the most sober people
Downtown Guelph ever saw on a Thursday before a long weekend. I like him.
Then I got home, opened up my computer and the screen was broken. You can imagine my dismay, I had quite the
fit, and then a friend showed up, and there were some events which led to me
not sleeping until quite late (or early, depending on how you might look at it)
and come Friday morning at breakfast (again, with AJ, he’s nice) I found myself
forgetting about the entire stressful time it was going to be to have my
computer fixed and get three massive assignments that were due on Tuesday done
in time. By the time I got to Waterloo
and in my own house my computer had been registered at Future Shop and I was
keyboard-less, as my ipad still held on for dear life (or I held onto it for
dear life) either way it has been one of those weekends.
I have successfully finished all of my assignments that are
due tomorrow on my parents’ laptop which they have lovingly thankfully donated
to my pity party that is my life right now.
I have finished two assignments definitely, one needs a little rehearsal
(that presentation tomorrow) and then I need to memorise one last monologue for
the mainstage. We move into the theatre
tomorrow. I am a little apprehensive
about tomorrow on many levels, but getting onto the Pirate Ship (which we’ve
called the GLT at the moment, terms of endearment, right?) but it should be alright
at the very least.
The weekend has been a nice one, it was relaxing as long
weekends should be, but that little voice inside of me reminded my turkey-dazed
mind that I had work to do. I’ve been
itunes-less for a few hours now and am enjoying 8tracks. If anything this dislocation of my laptop has
granted me a more festive music selection.
Thanksgiving is over folks, all we have now is Halloween hurdles and
then straight on through to Christmas.
Let the knitting and hot chocolates begin.
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