i may not always love you

when i think about these being the closing months of my 20s, it just makes everything so much better. to be fair, things were looking up for a few years before it all went into the shitter. but far be it from me to put a positive spin on any of this. i refuse to be the kind of person who gets shat upon and serenely exclaims, "everything happens for a reason!" you know what, buddy? you just got shat upon! what in the fuck good did that do you?? how are you better off than you were, brother?? for fuck sake, you're covered in feces!!!

october's coming head-on. more casting issues with that Ibsen show i agreed to direct. can't even hammer out a rehearsal schedule till i've got confirmation on everyone. i really got handed the shit-end of the stick with the casting. it just means my segment's gotta blow the others' segments out of the fucking waters. jesus, i'm negative. (jesus loves the fuck outta this blog, believe me.)

the apartment's somehow looking worse and worse the more it's dismantled. i really need to make some headway before friday. i'm not even certain i'll be moving, but this has gotta be done. i've at least got to pack enough so that there's enough space to hold a few rehearsals the next few weeks.

on a lighter note, scientists are finally getting more serious about finding out why pandas make shitty lovers. (yes, i'm a quarter panda.)