10 hours and counting. EEK.

[bluecastle]

so it's morning, right? I'm a little vauge at the moment. pepsi. check. pop-tart. check. must be morning.

very sleepy here -- although I'm not sure if that's as a result of accumulated sleepiness, or the remains of that over the counter sleep aid I took last night.

is it fallout from cutting "Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day?" from the script yesterday?

at just about 10 hours till final dress nerves are starting to kick in. tonight is when it's up to me to make the show look good or bad. I've got this one chance to integrate the light and sound cues and get them in the right spots, for the right length ot time, and at the right volume.

I just have to keep reminding myself it's just a rehearsal. And that once the lights come on, they just stay that way until the end. But there's still the sound cues. and I HATE sound cues.

and now it's T minus 34 hours until I could screw it up in front of paying customers. gah.

I keep thinking I should have done more last night. that I'm forgetting things. but my oak desk chair is in the car. the photos have been framed, and the sound cues burned to a disc.

I do have to make a bazillion copies of poems sometime when I can sneak time in the copy room. we're rocking that "jane austen" font.

there are a couple of prop letters I need to get the fountain pen out and hand write the addresses to.

but I can get that all done in the next ten hours. can't I?

I think I can. if I can just keep from falling asleep at my desk!!!!