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Opening weekend is done--five shows in four days, exhausting but satisfying. Opening sailed past--we were much more comfortable with the audience, which was full and appreciative & laughed at the jokes (yes, there are jokes in this play; it's not all depressing, just mostly). I'm not sure what happened in what show this weekend, though; they all run together in my head. Especially yesterday's--we did one matinee beginning at 2:30, and then had an hour break, which was spent in the greenroom eating pizza, and then did the show again. It was deja-vu all over again, & very strange. But I like where the show is...despite my head going a little weird during some of the shows (half of my brain started talking to itself about things entirely unrelated to the show; either I've gotten really good at this show, or I'm really tired, or a bit of both, probably more of the latter). Still, it's going well. & this cast is fantastic...there is not one person that isn't liked, or one 'weak link' among the players; everyone's amazing. We play loud music in the dressing room, we snipe at each other, we yell & joke & don't make sense, we plug in each others curlers & share hairspray; we steal each other's costumes inadvertently; there are crayons & colouring books scattered around the greenroom, along with guitars and a copy of Glamour & four computers in any given day; we tie corsets up tight (Molly usually does, but I stole her job on Colleen's) & dress each other & undress each other (Andrew & Casey have a mock-rivalry going on over who gets to help me out of my first costume; today I figured out how to un-hook myself without ripping the dress, but I probably won't tell, because why give up two boys fighting over you?), & there is nothing I love better than doing theatre.

Even when I had to wake up at five this morning to go with my parents to the airport, so I could drive the truck back home. For a few minutes afterward I was awake & ready to do the obscene amounts of homework I had (still have), but by the time I had bused back to the apartment it was all I could do to set my cellphone alarm before falling asleep on the living room floor in my clothes. I needed it, badly; but that just means I have loads of history to do. Better get back to that. Dammit, Edward, why can't you be more like theatre?