I said, "If I live to see the month of March, I will not have done so without losing at least one limb."

Following in the tradition that I am always right, I hereby report that I am now officially without my left leg. Good ol' Hell Week, eh?

And speaking of Hell Week, you guys remember how we sold out on Saturday for The Beauty Queen of Leenane? Well, guess how many people came to Sunday's show! Just guess! ^.^

Twa-fucking-elve (yeah, it's a one syllable word that I broke up--want to test my mood?).

I'm actually not all that pissed off about it, but it was a horrible way to close the show. In theatre, as I have said in passing and even in speeches dedicated to the subject, the players feed off of the audience's energy. Our audience was pleasant, but there just were not enough of them folks out there, dammit! No food! NO FOOD AT ALL!

Heh. I remember on Saturday night I went to Casino Night and I was talking to Finn, my director. He said something like, "Well hey, we're probably going to get 100 people over the three days. Hell--we'll get way more than that. We already had the 30 or 40 on Friday and the 60 on Saturday. This show is running extremely well." I guess we hit 100, at least.

We were pretty demoralized as we cleaned up afterwards. The show actually ran well, but we felt pretty drained. I gave a hug to everyone there and bid my goodbye. It was a brilliant show--the best I've ever touched and perhaps the best that I ever will touch--it deserved a better death than this.

On a less unpleasant note, I got an 89 on the one paper that prevented me from coming here to blog as I was writing it (go back a few entries and you'll see what I'm talking about). That was a surprise--but I guess they weren't lying when they said my TA was the easiest. That paper was one of far too many examples of work that I've affixed my name upon that I felt embarrassed about here at college. Ah well, so it goes, I guess.

Anyways, my dear caprines and not-so-caprines, I must be off to shower and head off to my European History discussion. A pity I don't have it with Professor Goat like my friend Derrick. Damn that Derrick. I just get a TA. Alas...

Hasta la byebye.