memo to self:

Dear self,
Get strange angsty fic of angstiness out of system, NOW. Write like the madwoman you are, just stop letting it percolate in the dark and dusty corners of your mind where it nags at you all friggin' day. For chrissakes.
Your corporal incarnation,
kaydee

see kaydee regress to her teenybopper years

THE PRICE OF A GOOD SHOW

1 cab ride to get to Tech Weekend on time: $12

Getting Dan to reburn the soundtrack to your show: 1 hour

Dealing with the Lighting & Sound Booth: about 12 billion brain cells

Dancing like a fool in your bedroom to your show's theme song, 2gether's "Calculus": PRICELESS.

My love for this cheesy boyband-esque song? Is ridiculous. I think I'll go play it again.