Aisle 12: Medicine
I'm sick. I hardly ever admit that, so when I say I'm sick I'm very sick. I'm also stressed out. I have way too much on my plate right now, and I lost a week some how and now everything is due. I'm quickly becoming a wreak. I need a vacation to get better and then go back to working on stuff. My thesis is just about done. It's not actually finished I just need to write up one or two sections and organize it. I'm streamlining. I just hope I have enough energy to finish it before it is due.
After this play is done, and the thesis is done, and I get paid from the radio station, I'm going to sleep alot. And I will go to some place and enjoy life again. Right now I'm in constant peril. On the verge of a break down and I'm sure I'll hit it soon for I have remaned calm through out a horrible tech week. Some people really shouldn't direct plays, or be professors of theatre. Other people should really go home and get some sleep. I am that kind.
I will be better soon and all will be right.
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Tossed into a slightly more expansive supermarket our anti-hero moves through the night like a pirate (i.e. rather loudly and most likely drunkenly singing a song).
That Guy Who Writes This
- HairballofDoom
- Melbourne, Florida, United States
- Legos or Lincoln Logs, it's a tough choice.
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