
Well, it's starting to look like a show, which is always satisfying, but it's not there yet. This is all playing merry hell with my energy and sleep cycles, though -- for the first time since this summer, I started to fall asleep in class today, yet now I'm chipper (this latter probably has something to do with the half-caf latte at 5:30, admittedly). But even factoring in the coffee today, I've been weirdly energetic late at night after rehearsals. It's something about having to focus and engage to such a high degree for so long, I think. It leaves an afterglow.
I want to be on a headset, though. :( Headsets mean power.
Anyway. *eyes Poetry homework* So how about that Sylvia Plath, huh? Wacky fun or what?
I have a scholarship due Dec. 15, and an app to Harvard that would "be convenient to have by December 15", so those are going to be taking up my energies. *eyes Nita!plot* I may have to push that date back a little so I can have some time after finals week to get it set up. I can only hold so many organizational duties in my head at once, and getting into college and the show take precedence, as ever. Stage manager got to get paid, son.