No, I haven't had one yet, but wow, my head is spinning so fast, it feels like I could literally have one at any moment. Hoooooooooooly Shit. Any it would be JUST my luck too. Yay, bleeding from another part of my body is JUST what I NEED!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, my god. Wow. Ok. So, I'm trying to collect myself. I'm just so . . . so . . . GONE! I'm gone! I'm insane! I'm stressed! UGH! There is just not enough time for all this. No time at all. I need another week. I need another month. I need another year.
Why is all of this happening so fast!? ARGH! JUST SLOW DOWN! Everything just needs to slow down! I'm so overwhealmed. I'm going to be so burned out at the end of these two weeks, I'm going to NEED everything to stop.
Ok. So. I completely forgot about the Mime. How could I forget!? UGH! So, yes, after factoring Mime practices and the performance, I will have around 6 rehearsals to put together my one-man show before I open it. 6. That's it. That's hardly enough time to get it on it's feet, and I have to PERFECT IT in 6 rehearsals.
Ok, time for a schedule. Let's take a look, day by day:
Monday: Running around like a chicken with my head cut-off gathering shirts, and testing people in the evening. Then Evolution class till 9, and mime practice till 10-ish
Tuesday: Running around like a chicken with my head cut-off testing people in the science building. Chorale at 5. Rehearse show from 6 to as long as I possibly can without dying. Mime rehearsal from 9-10
Wednesday: Running around etc. Rehearse show from 5 to as long as I possibly can without dying. I might have mime practice this night, if I didn't have it Tuesday.
Thursday: I should be DONE with testing! Meet with Dr. Bartels about german accent and pronunciation. Chorale at 5. Rehearse show somewhere (theater is taken up by band concert) till 8-ish. Mime performance till 11.
Friday: Rehearse show ALL FREAKING DAY, if possible
Saturday: Work, try and rehearse in evening IF I don't have to rehearse for Brandon's cabaret that night
Sunday: Work, then rehearse my ass off, plus study for Evolution final
Monday: No class. Study ass off for Evolution final and rehearse during the day. TAke final in the evening. Study for Shakespeare final
Tuesday: Shakespeare final. Rehearse my ass off as long as I possibly can. I want to be able to do a complete run through of the show this evening.
Wednesday: Rehearse my ass off. DEFINITELY need a run through this evening.
Thursday: Show opens.
So, there we have it. Now I just need to find time to put together a presentation for my project, and add in time to analyze the responses and put together a huge research paper chronicaling the results and stuff. Also, find time for 2 more Senior Seminar papers. Ugh. If I can make sure I'm up early, I ought to be able to get enough rehearsal time in. I hope.
My mom says my medical problem is probably exacerbated by all this stress. I don't doubt that for a moment, but at this rate, I'll die of blood loss by morning.
That's stress rate, not my actual blood loss rate. Although this schedule pretty much ensures that I can't see a doctor for the next two weeks without seriously dropping the ball.
So! Yeah! I'm going insane! So insane! I'm FINALLY meeting with Doc about the show tomorrow, so I'm hoping he'll be able to give me some direction and make this daunting task seem more manageable. And if he sloughs me off AGAIN, I'm seriously going to raise hell.
And, as though I don't ALREADY have enough going on, my hormones seem to have kicked it into over-drive. It's horrible. Sooooooo horrible. I don't need my cock distracting me now! Hell, I can't walk out of my room without losing my focus when some guy walks by. DAMN! I know I need to de-stress, but DAMN! So yeah, that's incredibly frustrating. I can't even begin to describe how frustrating that is. I guess that's really why it's there: a release. I'm so overwhealmed, I need a release, and wow, sex is a GREAT release. But yeah, no time, no partner.
But wow, a BJ once a day would do wonders for my focus right about now.
GAHHHHH< what am I saying!? WORK WORK WORK WORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORK. NO TIME FOR COCK! WORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORKWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe gave me a wine cooler. That was nice. That was soooooooo nice. I just need to get wasted. Let all this just pass me by, and it'll all be fine.
