FUCK.

Goddamn it all to hell, NOW what do I do?! My cast is gonna kill me. After I finish killing the chorus teachers and the orchestra conductor for taking my room and my time and my friggin' musical director. What a friggin' waste of rehearsal time.

And I didn't get any AP Hell work done, either. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

DIE, RL, DIE. BURN AND ROT IN HELL.

::wails:: And it's not even OVER yet!

My day, that is. Summed up in one word: OW.

Hey, filmelder, remember Brick last year and how you thanked me for hanging my head in my hands whenever our cast was stoopid and bad? Ryder is now fulfilling the same purpose for me.

Ryder, at rehearsal today: "Can I kill myself now?"

Yeah, what he said.