February 12th, 2009

ga | wish you'd be happy

WORST. DAY. EVER. (No, really, I'm not even joking.)

I would give you all the blow-by-blow, but I'm too worn out to even do that. Basically, it involved:

  • falling down in the middle of a busy street (downtown), ripping the knee of my favorite pair of leggings and breaking one of my favorite bracelets
  • getting so nauseous from the fall that I vomited on a city bus (I have really, really low blood pressure)
  • hearing that the vomiting incident was later ON THE RADIO (it turned out there was some DJ on the bus when it happened)
  • having the rest of the night be a hellishly stressful 8-hour-long tech/dress rehearsal, where everything got changed around at the last minute, everyone snapped on everyone else, and the show still isn't really ready to open tomorrow

And now I have about 3-4 hours of work ahead of me to get ready for the show tomorrow, and it's already almost midnight, and I have to be up at 6 AM tomorrow to be at the theater in time to run through some of the new lighting cues.

...oy vey, someone kill me now.