Keeping it in Perspective

I have had the week + from hell. Let's look at my last 11 days in numbers, shall we?
129 # of hours worked in 11 days which =
nearly 12 hours/day
3 shows on which I worked this week
1 opening for Hamlet
5 previews (thus far) for Hats!
1 strike for Annie Jr.
2 times the star of Hats! has bitched me out
3 times I've heard other members of the Hats! cast bitching about something wardrobe related ("Not all of my costumes were here right at half hour!!!" & "My shoes aren't rubbered!!!" & "I can't believe they cheaped out and don't even have union dressers for us!")
1 # of times I've been told by the Assistant Costume Designer that I should join the union
2 # of me there needs to be to actually dress the show without literally running back and forth from wing to wing
1 # of ex-boyfriends who came out to me this week
1 # of times my car has been broken into
0 # of things they actually stole from me
2 # of trips to the suburbs
1 with no window
80 amount of new window
3 # of drinks imbibed on Friday night after diva bitch out #1
2 # of drinks imbibed on Saturday after break-in
∞ # of tooth marks in my tongue from biting it

But here's the thing that's gotten me through all of this: my cousin is in harm's way. Real legitimate danger. He's not dressing some has-been with an attitude--he's on the front lines. He's seen his comrades fall and die. I worry tremendously about him every day. I cannot even imagine what he must be seeing and feeling... but I know that it is so much more primally frightening than dressing Melissa Manchester. Because she can get all peeved all she wants, but she's not got an IED or a gun.

I'm ok. Annoyed, yes, but alive.

That is all.