I've actually hit a point beyond stress, in which no matter how many things go horribly wrong, I find it all hysterically funny. Paper due tomorrow on a topic I don't understand that I haven't started writing? HYSTERICALLY FUNNY. Show proposal? SO VERY HILARIOUS. Yet another designer backing out on me? OMG FUNNIEST THING EVAR. Lighting design to throw together this weekend with a ridiculously difficult staging? GREATEST COMEDY EVER WRITTEN. Presentation of completely different paper due Monday? NO REALLY CAN'T BREATHE TOO MUCH LAUGHING.
I can't tell if this is some previously unexplored level of zen, or if I'm actually going mad.
I can't tell if this is some previously unexplored level of zen, or if I'm actually going mad.
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Date: 2006-04-20 06:56 pm (UTC)"I can't tell if this is some previously unexplored level of zen, or if I'm actually going mad". Too good. You've been in my mind, I see. :)
Well, I hope things get better :)
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Date: 2006-04-20 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-20 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-20 10:52 pm (UTC)...except, y'know, not. *facepalm*
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Date: 2006-04-20 09:55 pm (UTC)baby, i think you're pushed through to the other side of stress. it's called sserts.
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Date: 2006-04-20 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-20 11:01 pm (UTC)Three penis-aliens walk into a gazebo and they order a beer, but the chairtender won't give them a beer because the chairtender is SIMULTANEOUSLY FORMER PRESIDENT RICHARD M. NIXON (DECEASED) AND DUMB LIKE A MOOSE, DUMB LIKE A MOOSE! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Big hugs and small, chaste kisses. Also, good luck.
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Date: 2006-04-22 01:49 am (UTC)