It just is, and you people know why it is. Adding to the moderate badness is the fact that people are annoying the hell out of me. It's annoying. I have another show opening up next Friday, so everyone is all stressed at rehearsals. Well, except me. I don't really get stressed. When I do, I usually suffer silently for a day or two and get over it.
I'm still pissed at you, Danielle.
Nobody ever writes journal entries. I write them just about every day. I like them. They allow me to refrain from killing people.
I'm hoping next week will be better, although the stress at the theatre will practically be tangible.
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Shrouded in black, the mysterious bird creeps to the edge of the sky. It peeps down at the world beneath its feet, shivering a little. A flutter of wings reveals a glowing orange light as it plummets to the ground below, announcing the arrival of dawn. I sit by and drink a cup of black coffee.
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