Goal

22 pages. That's what my life is riding on now, those 22 pages of sitcom that I keep reading a revising. I think I need a break from it...oh right, christmas is coming. Thank goodness. Over break I'm going to talk to my brother and his posse at work to see if anyone can give me any constructive criticism on my work. He works with a very creative team of people, and most of them are very friendly, so I shouldn't have any problems there.

I only have one final to go, and luckily, not all of them are like our capstone final which officially hurt me. I have my final scene and shakespeare monologue separating me from my freedom in my advanced acting class. I can't wait to get some sleep.

I miss the show. I keep having dreams that I forgot to do the rundown or that the cameras are messed up and the shows all in disarray. I think my body just wants something to stress over other than finals, and is wondering why I'm not obsessing over the show. I'm going to miss producing it next semester, that brought a lot of stress, but a lot of enjoyment into my life. I can honestly say that I could produce for a living and not hate my life.

But I must go work on my monologue and then pack some more. Have a great break everyone!