Busy, busy, busy

Maybe happiness is being too busy to realize you're sad.

Well, I am, anyway. I'm in the play at East, Anatomy of Gray (come see it!), for which I have rehearsal *almost* every day... the days I don't have rehearsal for Anatomy I have rehearsal for Anne Frank, the scene we are putting on for the middle school students... and then every day at 7 for the next few weeks, I'm at rehearsals for Grace and Glorie, doing whatever I'm told in order to ingratiate (vocab word!) myself with the theaterical community...
Plus, I have to keep tabs on the progress of the poster for Anatomy, work for 12 hours on saturday, and somehow find time to do homework.

Being sad doesn't really fit in there.
I've wasted a good half-hour on the computer. I have to leave in 1:15. I'd better get cracking on that homework.

The title would be "Falling Apart" if I was the type for the excessively dramatic

So, really, it's not as bad as all that... I just feel like I'm gradually going crazier...

I can't really form coherent sentences at the moment... partly from the techno blasting in the headphones... partly the weird state of mind...

I don't really know what to say. I really don't....

Eventually, I'll probably write a big rambling post on the subject of... all this crap... but I can't right now, literally cannot think that clearly. So I'll leave it at a cryptic message implying intense emotional stress thousands of times more serious than it really is... It's really not that bad... I'm just blowing things out of proportion... it's what I do...