Half this game is 90% mental

Coming up on dress rehearsal tonight - the last one before the show

*sigh*


Picked out my classes yesterday - still need to sign up at 2:00, but it's looking like I'll get what I want. I don't know if I want to try 16 credits per semester, or if I need to, but it's nice to know that if I wanted to drop something, I could.

I'll be graduating this time next year. This terrifies me more than I could ever express in words. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I still have screenwriting pages to finish. Only five of them are due tomorrow, but I have to decide where I'm taking this stupid script. There's no end in sight as of now, and I refuse to make this a 120 pager. I also need to research for my damn paper tomorrow.

I feel as if my abdomen is trying its best to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Hey, organs! You don't need to eat your way out of my body. I know you're there, so for the love of all that is good in this world, shut the fuck up!

It really is one of those day where everything is underneath

Please, don't die. Don't get raped. I'm so apathetic right now that if you did, I'm not sure I could manage the energy to properly freak out for you.

so, take it easy, will ya?