…there’d be days like this. Or days like yesterday. I just hope history doesn’t repeat itself today, especially since the Thriller was so kind as to donate his horrible cold to me. Whatever shall I do to repay him? 
So yesterday I had to go to Mansfield after school. Since several main roads were closed due to flooding, I had to go the roundabout way. Took me about 50 minutes (usual drive is 35), but it didn’t bother me. I had high hopes on the way back to school; I was looking forward to my rehearsals. We’re now 23 days to opening, and I was excited to start putting things together onstage for the first time.
Well, not so fast, pard.
I thought I did a pretty good job of not launching into a tirade, so yay me. But 80% of my 19-member cast have not memorized their music. Difficult to stage a number when you don’t know what in tarnation is the next flipping line. I’m not sure how long I can hold off the tirade tide. Let’s just say the pressure on the levees is approaching critical mass. I’m sure those whose job it is to inspire teenagers can relate; or maybe it’s universal. All I know is the clouds are gathering in the distance.
I just happened to glance down at my desk, at the latest copy of Good Housekeeping that I haven’t yet had the chance to enjoy. One of the cover teasers reads, “The #1 trick to make your day go better.” Hmm. So I checked it out. Know what it is? An extra hour of sleep. Yep — that’s their #1 crankiness cure. HA – a quote:
Another study suggested that getting one extra hour of sleep each night would do more for your daily happiness than getting a $60,000 raise.
Well now. I say we try it first so I can do some independent research. I’ll provide the live body if someone else can furnish the sixty grand.
I’ll wait here for volunteers. *whistling, whistling, whistling* Meantime, please say a prayer for my cast tonight between 5:30 and 6:30 EST.
