This day couldn't possibly have been any worse! The day's schedule: 5 periods play practice, no breaks, no recess. Lunch. 3 periods graduation practice, also no breaks or recess. Went home.
Got a tack jammed into my hand during practice. Yelled "OW!" and stuck my hand onstage for the light, because I couldn't see what happened, since I was backstage. Mean people yelled. Lizzy made me a makeshift bandage of paper towels and water, which was cute and I appreciated it.
Billy was a very angry man. Yelled at all the people backstage. Quite loud. "WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE FOR YOU TO SHUTUP? WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE? BE QUIET. NOW!" That was not very himmish.
Susie's dog, Caramel, is currently the star of our show. First performance is tomorrow, but I'm leaving way early for the doctor to look at my neck because of the car crash and whatever. It's been hurting me constantly, and I'm not sure why. La Madre has a theory that it's my big hair, but I'm not convinced.
Phil's here. Adios.

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