When you're onstage and all the lights go out, DON'T FREAKING MOVE.
Yellow highlighter glows nicely under a blue light. Purple highlighter does not.
You can bruise your heart if you hit your chest hard enough when falling.
If I aim the vents in my car so that they warm my hands on the steering wheel, they're also blowing straight into my eyes.
You can make the MLT mics echo.
I can't make all of the headsets at MLT work.
I can bedazzle bras with the best of them.
Something in my wrist popped about five minutes ago, and my thumb is still tingling.
I've slept less than six hours a night for the past two weeks, and I normally need about 9 hours.
I've bought more Starbucks in the past week than I have in the past year.
I've been at work on time all week, despite the last two points. Okay, maybe the last one is helping with that a little.
I miss sitting down and writing.
My internet works much better at 6pm than at 11 pm.
"The Great American Trailer Park Musical" seems to be cursed.
I need to find a way to lift the curse that comes with saying the name of the Scottish play in a theatre when the person who said it has since quit the show and is not welcome in the theatre at the moment.