It figures
Monday, November 3rd, 2003 09:16 pmI'm posting this from the Student Center, having escaped briefly from cue-to-cue for Ruddigore (being as they haven't yet in fact been able to start the run that was supposed to start at 7:30).
Matthew is of course here.
I am sad. Sad enough that I don't know how to act.
And then I think I sort of snapped at him (or near him?) by mistake, although I'm not sure.
This sucks more than I expected.
A few minutes ago I found his stuff sitting on the side of the auditorium, including a flannel shirt (which I think is even one I gave him), so I picked it up and held it for a while, because it smells like him and I am a big dork.
That is all.
Matthew is of course here.
I am sad. Sad enough that I don't know how to act.
And then I think I sort of snapped at him (or near him?) by mistake, although I'm not sure.
This sucks more than I expected.
A few minutes ago I found his stuff sitting on the side of the auditorium, including a flannel shirt (which I think is even one I gave him), so I picked it up and held it for a while, because it smells like him and I am a big dork.
That is all.
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Date: Monday, November 3rd, 2003 06:38 pm (UTC)Are you saying that there is an actual *production* running 2 hours late? As in a production with an audience?!
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Date: Monday, November 3rd, 2003 06:42 pm (UTC)I would have done the same exact thing with the shirt. Don't feel guilty.
Good luck with the production! [Or is it, "break a leg?" I know that saying something incorrectly will supposedly give you bad luck, which is the last thing I would want to do...]
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Date: Monday, November 3rd, 2003 08:28 pm (UTC)Back to my Hegelian gibberish. How can something that looks like word salad be supposedly so profound?!
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Date: Monday, November 3rd, 2003 11:21 pm (UTC)I've approximated similar dopey things, and you know how dopey I'm not.
Lyman is in the cast, he's Sir Rupert Murgatroyd.
It wasn't even a rehearsal. It was supposed to be cue-to-cue, which is only sort of a rehearsal, and was unfortunately not even very much of that.
If my last two neurons hadn't fallen asleep, I'd go to bed.
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Date: Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 04:57 am (UTC)I hadn't even thought of it that way. *hug* Good, then.
I only came because
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Date: Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 08:57 am (UTC)In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous
:)
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Date: Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 09:07 am (UTC)Remember, they also serve who only stand and wait; do not discount the usefulness of your mere presence. You are a warm, intelligent, *reliable* body. Just knowing that there is such a thing available makes it easier on the harried prodstaff. Even if they don't use you for much. And calming vibes are without price.
And boy, can I ever relate to the sadness. Sigh. That's why I don't want to see or hear from my X for at least the next few months. Sigh.
Hang thee in there.