Oh October, you are living up to my prophecy. And I suspect I will have a full blown ulcer by the time I am 26*. And perhaps my lungs will collapse under the sheer force of my sighing.
Of course, you are somewhat (ONLY SOMEWHAT) redeemed by the latest rehearsal for my Show (Eclecticity: the Revue**) as it turns out that the best part of being a teeny little cog in a huge machine of a show means that when the rehearsals get to run-through stage (we open in one week. ONE WEEK!) you still haven’t managed to see half the acts. I spent half the rehearsal giggling madly. The other half was spent trying to shove lines into my head but the giggling half was very enjoyable.
So! Come one, come all:
Please please please don’t judge the show by the poster.
The masses like the clip art joker and funky 1998 font.
This was my (DENIED) version:
* That would be TOMORROW. Eep.
** Electicity. As in Electic. And Icity. I don’t even pretend to get it beyond the whole “eclectic” thing.