We open Deathtrap in one week. Time for MACH5 toward the cinder block wall with your hair on fire. I'm feeling really good about the play. The cast is great, it's much better organized than past productions, and things are falling into place.
The pic is a little faux "inspirational" poster like you find in offices all over the place. The line is from the play, uttered by the psychic, Helga. It's an inside joke, but I couldn't NOT share it. Some of you will be familiar enough with the show to get it, and if you don't, that's fine too...
It's late, I'm rambling, and the cuticle on the inside of my right thumb has split, right at the corner of the nail. It's swollen and hurts every time I so much as touch anything with that part of my thumb. Time to wrap the sucker in a band aid and hit the Tylenol.
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Isn't it funny how something so small can hurt so much? I hope your opening goes well.
---Nix
Yeah, I know! I also got a split across the top of my guitar callous on my left middle finger, which SUCKS, because I can't play guitar until it heals. :(
/self pity
Okay, back to work. Set contruction today. Thanks so much for the encouragement, Nix. :)
Youch! That's an inconvenient place to have a sore spot!
Set construction---don't get any additional ouches!
--Nix
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