Achilles' Heel

It's been a little over a week since I last updated because, frankly, I've barely been home long enough to sleep in that time span, much less get on the computer to record thoughts. This past week was, of course, as we affectionately dub it, "Hell Week" as far as musical goes. I've never observed it to be excesively "hellish" and this year was not particularly different. More or less or something. I think the fact that time is generally spent rehearsing the bigger numbers into the ground is a major contributer in the relatively small challenge the week presents to me. I'm not exactly in any big numbers. By that I mean I'm not in any big numbers. You'd think I would've spent all that freetime at practice doing something productive...like homework, for instance. But, alas no, here I am...Sunday night...and a pile of homework looms over me like similes marching around the brain of a more inspired writer.

In addition to the rehearsing I also started working a lot this week at the carwash. Yea. Thank God I make a lot of money doing it or I'd have difficulty mustering the motivation to go in. Between that, an unprecented amount of cast parties, and a futile attempt to stay in contact with friends I slept all of three or four hours a night this week. Luckily I had a relaxing weekend of fasting on a lumpy coach in a drafty basement at St. Cecilia's to get my strength back. Long story long, I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow. It's going to be one of those days where you spend every class doing the homework for the next class and never end up being completely succesful.

The famine itself was alright. I enjoy not eating. It puts eating in perspective. It's unfortunate that all the hungry people that the famine was symbolically gesturing at don't have the luxury of gorging themselves on pizza at the "end." It felt futile at times. It always does. We're a country of wasters and indulgers and I'm no better than anyone else. In my experience some people just feel more guilty than others...it's a rare person who actually does anything about their guilt regardless of the size. That's my glass half-empty comment for the night.

Anyway, here's to a vacation of sorts. Or whatever is left of it. And here's to transforming stress into white noise. It's a constant. Get over it.