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Feb. 25th, 2003 11:12 amSo I played the Pope in Youth Follies. That was fun. I got a great reaction when I came onstage dressed as the Pope.
Yes. The Pope. Yes. Me. Yes, I know.
I was also the propmaster-sort-of-thing. Lots of running as fast as possible through narrow little hallways, tripping over people with chairs in bad places, fighting with masking tape and so forth. Managed to get every sign on and off at the right times. They were all right-side-up, too. Go me.
I have suddenly begun drinking vast quantities of bottled water at the urging of the unpleasant therapist woman. Actually, I am less sleepy now. Apparently much water causes medicine to not have side effects? I don't know, I can't explain her. Anyway, it's very exciting to be, you know, walking like a normal person again. Problem with unpleasant therapist woman, though: I have to get on an Airplane of Fear (said fear is the reason I'm seeing U.T.W. in the first place) in about 3 weeks to go to Chicago (no, I don't know why either, I hate Chicago, it is grey and dreary and freezing cold), and she keeps insisting that I just need to learn to accept that I'm not in control of the situation. No, madam, I need powerful sedatives. Stupid U.T.W.
Anyways. I probably ought to go, as I have no idea when this class ends and so forth. Goodbye.
Yes. The Pope. Yes. Me. Yes, I know.
I was also the propmaster-sort-of-thing. Lots of running as fast as possible through narrow little hallways, tripping over people with chairs in bad places, fighting with masking tape and so forth. Managed to get every sign on and off at the right times. They were all right-side-up, too. Go me.
I have suddenly begun drinking vast quantities of bottled water at the urging of the unpleasant therapist woman. Actually, I am less sleepy now. Apparently much water causes medicine to not have side effects? I don't know, I can't explain her. Anyway, it's very exciting to be, you know, walking like a normal person again. Problem with unpleasant therapist woman, though: I have to get on an Airplane of Fear (said fear is the reason I'm seeing U.T.W. in the first place) in about 3 weeks to go to Chicago (no, I don't know why either, I hate Chicago, it is grey and dreary and freezing cold), and she keeps insisting that I just need to learn to accept that I'm not in control of the situation. No, madam, I need powerful sedatives. Stupid U.T.W.
Anyways. I probably ought to go, as I have no idea when this class ends and so forth. Goodbye.
