I have a day off tomorrow. I've been working like a dog. Late nights and/or early mornings. I have no muscle mass so it turns out I'm pretty useless at loading in set pieces and sound and lighting equipment onto a stage. I feel considerably pathetic because of that. But I don't get a lot of time to think about myself that much anymore. I suppose that's a good thing.
I find that I *can* communicate and interact with other people, and I am appropriate for the setting. I do take longer, yes, but I'm not socially dysfunctional. Or at least in that part. I still have the anxiety and panic, but when I can be in a slow, controlled environment, I'm ok for the most part. And I'm always looking for new friends. Shocker to admit it, I know.
Oh yes, also on every day off I get, I wake up with a migraine. So I'm not looking forward to tomorrow only for that reason. My body clearly does not know how to handle what it's been taking lately. Ah well.
Hm. Nothing to say? Could that be? Oh no, I'm sure I could think of some things to ramble off and get heated about but I'm just too tired to care.
But yay a day off tomorrow! Sleeping in! Not doing anything! Woo!
The end.
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