ack

I am now almost two weeks behind, and I've pulled out half my hair, the other half is growing unsightly dark roots, and while I'm getting smarter by the day, I look like something the cat drug in and then wouldn't eat.

I need a vacation.

Badly.

Tropical. In the shade. Froo-froo drinks, barely clad young men rubbing oil on me and peeling me grapes.

I hate summer.

I'm never doing design for theatre again.