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Nothing much new with me! Still rehearsing all the hours of the livelong day (though I have tomorrow off, thank GOD, and I am planning to sleep for the whole morning and then spend the afternoon watching something that requires absolutely no mental effort, like NCIS). I'd forgotten how physical exhaustion can wipe you out mentally as well; I'd hoped to do a lot of fic-writing and assignment-finishing this week, but all I want to do when I get back to college in the evening is curl up in the library with Fabian the laptop and Azula the iPod, and listen to Notre Dame de Paris while reading webcomics and drinking jasmine tea from a comically large thermal mug.

However, the revue is looking FABULOUS and I am so proud of my cast :) Today the lighting manager brought in a huge bucket of lollies & chocolates, and I have been giving them out as rewards/bribes/supplementary energy.

Earlier today one of the exec directors and one of the other choreographers called me over and said: Fahye, we need a move for this dance that just screams 'child exploitation'. *hopeful look*

I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF REPUTATION I AM BUILDING HERE, GUYS.

Aaaaand that's lunch break over. Time to get back to rehearsals.