monday photo funday (lies!)

today i feel: not so good
today i'm hearing: semisonic -- completely pleased
today i'm thinking: this whole manic thing totally sucks ass

It's 85 F outside right now. What the flip?

Urinetown is over. I survived my first vaguely real stage managing attempt, as well as the longest frickin' strike ever. I feel...accomplished? Maybe? I was surprisingly undepressed by the end of the show. I don't think I've ever done that before. It was interesting. I think I'm just too tired to care this week.

I'm shirking my responsibilities right now. I should be finishing up a campus tour and then going in to finish my lighting hours. Instead, I'm sitting on my computer, blogging and waiting for Chelsea to pick me up to take me to the Counselling Office. THAT'S RIGHT! THE COUNSELLING OFFICE! Could it be that Kiri is actually taking care of all of her fucking baggage? Stranger things have happened, my friends. I can guarantee it.

But let me tell you why.

I went in to talk to my acting teacher (Susan, Susan Patrick-Benson, Queen of the Wild Frontier) because my final scene is putting me in a really, really uncomfortable place. Really. Uncomfortable. And this would be totally cool and all if we weren't performing it, oh, FRIDAY. And she asked me if I was seeing a counsellor about this. And I told her that it was on my list. Which it is. Except it's on the list of 'maybe I'll do this eventually when I decide I'm not completely lazy'. Also on that list is laundry and a new teapot. If that says anything about that particular list. And when I told her this, she gave me a look that very clearly said that the possibility of my ass not getting ridden by this is dependent on that being transfered to another, less transient list.

Well, shit.