The Events of My Day: Thursday, November the Seventeenth, Two Thousand and Five

• Hauled my ass out of bed to register for classes.
• Hauled my ass out of bed for a fire alarm.
• Hauled my ass out of bed for a class I didn't attend.
• Wallowed in my own filth.
• Tried some learning.
• Did some laundry.
• Hauled my ass to rehearsal.
• Hauled my ass back home to get a costume piece I forgot.
• Named a thing.
• My ass hauled me to rehearsal once more.
• And I hauled it back.
  

Our show is just now in a condition to begin productive dress rehearsals. The thing is, we open tomorrow. The play's about marriage: maybe we ought to get the audience juiced up on champagne before we start.

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