Chromatic Chimera

Still in tech hell. Yesterday, I spent 3 1/2 hours over the light board to try to make an accurate spread sheet of when the color scrollers change and what color they change to. This wasn't easy for a number of reasons. To begin with, the numbers aren't all together, so I had to go through the whole show several times. Please end, tech. Just open now, show. I started working on that fucking file at 8:30 am. I didn't get a break, or lunch at all. Then when I get downstairs, I'm just in time to see Chipotle being handed out to people. Nobody asked me if I wanted any fucking lunch. Nobody gave a shit. Let me clarify, the lighting designer, who should be making certain that the people working for her get breaks and meals, didn't give a shit.

Last night I had a weird dream. There was a litle piece of elastic sticking out of the back of my thigh, like a thread. So I pulled on it to see if it would come loose. It didn't, and it got bigger as I pulled, and the skin around it pulled up and I could see through a hole around it that there was more clear stretchy stuff inside and it was all attached. So I snipped that part that was sticking out, and patted the skin back down in hopes that it would stick.

That is all.