Friday, December 07, 2007
Good Omens
Last night I dreamt that one of my committee members showed up two hours late for my thesis presentation. I dreamt that the presentation itself took over eleven hours, that one person was adamant that I fail which threw the whole thing into deadlock, and that at one point I was so frustrated I crawled into a safety shower and turned it on while still wearing my clothes. So yeah. I'm not stressed or anything.
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Aw sweetie... it'll go fine!
Lemme know what days you're not to stressed out to rehearse for the Kabaret--or mebbie for some tasty icecream or other de-stressing foodzorz?? Ry and I will be writing out the script tomorrow night and I'll email it to you.
We don't need to be off-book if you don't have the time. We could do it at music stands even. I think the funniest stuff will be in the dialogue!
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