That was, I think, the shortest weekend on record.
There is no way that that was 62 1/2 hours.

I demand a recount!

So, before rehearsal last night, Le says to me "I'm really pleased with what you're doing in this show. You really are working harder and doing your homework and everything."

And, of course, I'm not. I'm still learning my lines on the subway on the way to rehearsal and coming up with a character directly before the lines come out of my mouth and everything, I'm just hiding it better.

Well, I have found that I am staying at my job until January. My reaction is a combination of "Yay, I have a job until January!" and "Poop, I have to stay here 'till January."

Luis isn't mad at me anymore!
The other day, he had like nine million faxes to send, which meant that he was right by me all day, and the last one didn't go through properly, so I tried to send it through again, and it wouldn't go, so I called the place it was going, and they said that they were having some trouble with their fax machine, so he decided to send it the next morning. Well, the next morning, I got in and he called me and said that he was sick, and could I please send the fax for him, and I did. The day after, he was there, and he came to my desk and gave me two Oreos.

So, we're friends again!

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