I CAN'T DEAL WITH MY FEELINGS SO I THROW THEM UP.

Collateral.

I've always said that the best way to lose weight is be in a play for a few months...it's the best way because you're just so fucking busy you either don't have time to eat, don't eat enough, forget to eat, or simply don't feel hungry. I've always said it but not really believed it until I was doing the set strike this morning and had to pull up my jeans every few steps I took. So I'm pretty sure I lost half my ass to Rent which is a little disheartening. Tonight was probably the first time in at least a month that I sat down at the table with my roommates for dinner. And given that I am in post-show withdrawal all the more reason to gorge on. Ass, I will get you back.

All in a day's work.

Not stated in the stage manager's formal job description:

Play therapist to actors, confidante and provider of food to director, pacifier between both, gossip girl to tech crew, sassy bitch to stage crew. Sprinkle with generous amounts of whining, flirting and thank yous.

3 lifelines for staying awake.

1) Make-up aka tricking yourself to feel awake by looking it

2) A shower aka one hour before your hair is dry enough to go to bed

3) A cold room aka putting your body into survival instead of sleep mode

So proud.

me: since when did you start wearing real pants and converse sneakers?

bro: when did i ever wear fake pants?

me: i mean like pants that aren't tracksuit/cargo

bro: growing up~~~

Pain.

Inflamed gums are no fun. Currently only able to ingest diet coke, cigarettes and frozen yogurt.

Not on my watch.

To do.

1) Know everything about Canada in WW2

2) Speak French perfectly

3) Ace interview

J'ai besoin de courage.