ack.

So, about two weeks ago one of my very dear friends called me, desperate. He's directing his senior play, a one-act with four characters. Turns out his female lead had left the college, and didn't tell him until she was long gone. And what was I going to do, say no I won't be in you show save your ass help you out? But you see I wasn't planning on doing theater this term because I'm effing well teaching Shakespeare? Of course not.

The rehearsal block is from ten to midnight. i.e. bedtime. I am a tired, tired woman.

( Also, TMI of a birth control/pink bit variety. )