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Nngh. It is so very Monday.

I have to call my stage manager and try to convince her I'm not a dumbass and I should be allowed to miss the first forty-five minutes of rehearsal (although actually, I would rather skip that headache and just talk my way out of the school event that would make me late).

I have to get in touch with the DM and explain why my mother doesn't want to let me get together with him tonight to finish working out character stats (because if we're going to be doing six-hour sessions every Sunday, she's "unwilling" to let me spend any more time on it. I don't understand why, exactly; she mentioned yesterday that she's afraid that if I get involved in tabletop RPGs and get invited to join campaigns in college, I'll end up spending all my time doing those and Milliways, because it'll be harder to turn down someone in the dining hall asking me to come roll up a character. Which -- no. It's much easier to turn down someone in real life, for me. Tabletop requires actual, physical, RL time out of my schedule, in big blocks; online RPGs, less so).

And I am, of course, tired on top of it, but I can't even take a nap during my free period, because I haven't been working on my lines and I have to do that. I had a dream this morning that the director gave me more and I was so screwed.

Nnngh. Life. I want to go back to bed.

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*eyes script*

I have all my lines memorized after forty minutes of work.

Either I've still got it, or my line load is just ridiculously light, or
both. (Note: It's definitely both. *eyes the cuts ruefully* I wish I still
got to call Claudio and Don Pedro "fashion-monging" boys. Because man. I was
looking forward to heaping abuse on someone rather than having it heaped on
me (Hermia is SO ABUSED. Take a look at act 3 of Midsummer -- it's
one big Hermia bash).)

Now I'm hungry, but lacking in cash. Time to figure out what the closest
place that'll take my debit card is. I think I may have a guilty hankering
for a McDonald's shake.

NLT: "Tribute." :D The day is much better than I thought it was going to be.

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Oh! Also, for those of
you doing that birthday thing.

I always liked that poem when I was little; I picked it up from Mom. I'm
Friday's child.