I think I might be a masochist. You know, one of those people who take pleasure in being dominated, and have a taste for suffering...
I know I love theatre more than anything, but why did I do this to myself?
This week is gonna kill me, and if it doesn't, then nothing will.
The last show of "Much Ado" is Saturday night, and immediately after we bow, I'm changing into my work clothes so I can turn the set into "Macbeth". Of course, we're not mentioning that I will have had rehearsal for "Mac" before performing "Much Ado"...
Basically, Mike is looking at a 72 hour day. Just thinking about it makes me tired.
In better news, I finally got paid today. (And there was much rejoicing)