Ok, today is seriously sucking...

[bluecastle]

THE SHOW ABOUT DEATH is wheezing a death rattle. It remains to be seen whether the actress can stop being cute long enough to actually emote or whether we're just going to have to suffer through 85 minutes of poetry recitation in the "isn't this poem a pretty pony" voice. We got done with the run last night, and while the LD was giving me the light cues, the director pretty much point blank told her "you suck. go home." So that's a bummer. I can't even enjoy the thing that's supposed to be keeping me from thinking about the fact that...

...the world is ending and I cannot see it. Oh Torchwood ... I love you so ... for afar ... Like Emily Dickinson and that creep minister she called Master who she gave twenty years of her life pining for and he comes in and dumps her at the end of it...

It would be life
But life is over there.

So reading reaction posts from people who'd opinions I trust and trying to patiently wait till I too can squee over COE. (see, I'm a poetess too).

and on top of it...

I've a headache ...

so it's not a good morning all around. the next person who compares hope to feathers is getting kicked in the nuts (or sommat).

send gummy bears.

eta: yep. I'm being a big ole baby today. c'est la vie.

edited to also add: perfect. it's 3:10 pm and now I've sliced my hand open on a take out container of chili cheese fries. so add bleeding to the list of things going wrong today. freakin' a. what next?!