Bad week

It's been a long week, with lots of stress, and lots of work on Woolf. I miss my friends who are out of town. I'm working closely with E, and I miss the relationship we used to have. She clearly doesn't miss it one bit. I wish I could dismiss her as easily. I do. I don't understand what I want from her. I really want a drink. Since I'm not at my own theatre, I don't have a stash that I can dip into whenever I get done working. E always stays late working, but she's always either on the phone, or having her friends stop in to visit. (it just hit me that maybe she's more like me than I thought. I wonder why SHE doesn't want to go home?)
The only redeeming aspect of the week, is that after a long weekend working, putting in extra hours hooking up the six dozen prax in this show, and force queing the show, and doing radical color changes (thank gods for easy access catwalks!), the show is looking halfway decent, and is pretty much done. It's close to what I saw, and I think the director is satisfied.

This weekend was also the biggest music festival in the region. And I was in rehearsal all weekend. Not a big loss, there were only one or two bands I really wanted to see. Not worth getting the admission button and braving parking for that. But that festival has always been a special thing for me. I have some special memories of time with Becky there. That's another reason I've been down all week.

Time to spend some of my design fee stash on some booze. Talk about pissing away my life.