This life doesn't make any sense. At least I look awesome.
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This life doesn't make any sense. At least I look awesome.
oh look it's a sudden and pointless urge to cry just so i'm relieving stress and exhausting myself until i can sleep
i am twitchy and tired and grumpy at nothing and everything and depressed and frustrated
the importance of scheduling
techie/performer salt rant incoming (can't add a cut because of mobile) i patently refuse to feel guilty over breakdance club not having their lighting for tomorrow, despite what anxiety tells me. because i approached them three weeks ago and they said they didn't want/need lighting. they changed their mind yesterday night and said they'd provide a cue sheet and directions, because i wouldn't be able to watch them perform until final dress. now, i have no cue sheet and nothing to do during the free time that i was going to use to program (that i wasn't even supposed to have, there was a break in the schedule, so they got lucky). multiple people have asked me to work after school, even though i'm not free then and i am now. i'm not actually pissed about having more free time, but jesus. lighting takes more time than you think, guys, especially when i TRIED TO HELP YOU BEFORE.