Oh, lord.

Dear original author of my Lotrips Remix fic,
I apologize. Profusely. In advance. For any mangling of your fic that may occur.
Yours in humility,
kaydee

This is cool, but also... fucking terrifying, actually.

On another note, Brick is sucking out my soul. Already.

That is all.

::hurls book across room::

It's not that I don't like Camus' The Stranger, it's that my mind is not bloody well equipped to write a 7 page paper on existentialism. For fuck's sake.

::pulls out Elie Wiesel's Night instead::

Ahhhh.

( insert random burst of fanfic pessimism here )

In other news, have officially had my first minor nervous breakdown over Brick. And this only after the first day of auditions. For the record, I fucking hate school theater politics. I thought that now that I'm finally director, I'm past all that shit. Well, I thought wrong. Compromise is a beautiful thing, but when it gets to the point that only ONE of the people I actually want to call back for a certain role is getting a callback... My god. This is ridiculous.