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So, I miss participating in the Guild, but I'm not really sure if any of the old topics are revivable. Thus, I shall make a topic entirely intended to be conversations carried on by me with me about anything I want at the time. If others choose to participate that is dang nifty, but the thread WILL continue because I will force it to! So ha! Take that, my-utter-lack-of-social-skills!

So, it's tech week. For a show I don't like. My hopes that the lighting designer would be cute and young were fulfilled, but they found him through the church, so our one solo conversation devolved into him stating that he's a pretty hardcore Christian and me floundering, trying to explain why I don't like the Bible. Blech. Not much fun there, though he is a pretty cool guy for the most part. And, i don't get why I'm called SM. I don't call cues. To the extent that any cues are called, that is Leah's job, because having run the lighting a couple of days, and participated in the programing, she actually knows what she's talking about. And there's no back stage crew for me to manage. Pretty much the most 'SM'-like thing I get to do is run back stage afer intermission to tell the actors 'places'. Aside form that my purpose in existing is to run a slide-show. Yippee? Oh well. Tech week is over now. Tonight is opening night, the actors are ready, the lights are ready, the band is ready, the set was not a concern, so things should go pretty good. I think, just for fun, I'm gonna rock the blacks, like wear make-up and black accessories. Maybe I can scare hardcore Christian boy, wear my dagger earrings and my fishnet sleeves. And my fedora, can't forget the plain black fedora.

So, I think it's pretty unfair that of three children to be sent off to college, I'm the first one actually being made to purge my room. Amanda and Amelia were threatened thoroughly, but managed to avoid anything truly in depth, but I am being forced to go through with it. It sucks. Although mostly it just means that mom is in here cleaning while I try to look busy and hope she'll go away soon. But still. I'm not sure which is worse, being forced to clean, or being forced to interact extensively with my mother. I am SO ready to move out. And it doesn't help that I'm inexplicably exhausted today. I have no right to be tired, I have slept more than I should lately, and yet I'm yawning all day, and my eyes ache, and I can't resist the urge to sit or lie down. Maybe I need more iron in my diet. Or to actually bother to feed myself.... Turning nocturnal has caused me to wind up living off of dinner, Diet COke, and maybe a couple of snacks in a day. Not good for me. Oh well.