I wonder, in our caveman exercise, was Ian God? He controlled our weather, our situations, if he said we were all dead, we'd all have to die, but we still could do what we wanted in that established world. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
I can't believe that we perform tomorrow! Well, I do, at least. And, I have a 7:30 doctor appointment, which sucks majourly. On the bright side, tomorrow is the italian run, which will probably scare Ian for life but the rest of us will enjoy. I still need to think of something. . . Oh, and clear the memory of my camera, of course.
We had a dress rehersal today- I'm not a big fan of stockings. Oh, what I do for art. Though, it's not nearly comparable to being crucified as a sheep, I will admit.
As a side note, it's really kind of frightening how easy it is to regress to that caveman mindframe. Seriously, I was watching the fights, it was like something from the Lion King. As in, the final ballte between Simba and Scar, not the Timone and Punba hula-hooping scene. Though there was some of that too.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, and will now go get sleep.
- - Cat O'Grady
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