I thought that I would have some down-time after The Weir opened. I thought that I could just temp for a while and give my brain a much-needed break from this, especially since I'm not running any show right now... just subbing on Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story, and The Bartered Bride, and striking The Show that Will Not Be Named, and doing laundry for Flanagan's Wake. Oh, and gearing up for Il Ritorno d'Ulisse in Patria. Sheesh.
And I certainly hadn't counted on getting a call form Noble Fool seeking a costume coordinator for Annie... or a call seeking from Northlight seeking a stitcher for She Stoops to Conquer and a sub for Fire on the Mountain. Christ.
All that linking has made me tired. Damn.
That is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
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Hence why I had a private laugh at your earlier concerns of future unemployment. You're amazing.
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