Opening night went well.  Had a decently-sized audience, which is always good.  However, our curse is making an appearance.  The centre-stage light was seriously contemplating falling on our Macbeth, and the curtain kept trying to take a prat fall.  Good times.  Donalbain {character name -- I can't for the life of me remember his real moniker} and I were talking in the kitchen and getting really excited about all the impending doom.  "Dude!  It's really happening!!  It's all true!!!"  *Shock and awe*  {Then we decided that since we were the ones getting so excited about it, we'd be the ones to die from something falling on us, except it wouldn't be anything normal like a light pole or the ceiling, it would be a safe or an anvil or a grand piano during curtain call, and all you'd see would be our feet sticking out like a cartoon or the Wicked Witch of the East.}

Oh, and the new thing is to see who can take off most of my make-up during "Meet and Greet" after the play.  Charlie took his sleeve to my face, Crispy decided to lick part of the white base off {which is not as kinky as it sounds, just mildly slimy}, and Kerry still has a black lip print on his face, lol.  You all get lip prints if you come see the play.  Everybody!  I have a crapload of black lipstick on -- there'll be plenty.  Lol.

So I got an email from GWU.  About had a heart-attack when the message popped up.  Apparently my transcript is missing.  This will be remedied tomorrow, tout de suite.  And then they better send me a freakin' admissions letter.  Grrrrrrr, arg, arrr.  Avast.  Growl.  Mutter.