12:24am EST My brother is presently lurking around the kitchen. He's making something for him to eat, I think. He's basically nocturnal now. And other such misspellings. My mother was distraught today when she came home to find that he had not woken up until after 2pm. "Becca, you didn't wake him up?" "...no." "Well, why on earth not?" "He wasn't bothering me. Besides. He was up until four or five, so he was probably tired." "YOU DON'T SLEEP UNTIL TWO PM!" *sigh* And that's exactly how that conversation went. So, Pipin tonight was typical pre-opening night stress. No. Strike that. I wasn't stressed. Victor, Joey and Russell, however.... That's a different story. Anyhow, it's still not as...strict (is that the word I want?) is it is at Theatre Salem. The change is almost unnerving. Anyhow, the show looks good. Really good. I'm enjoying it a lot. Great mucho much much fun. But tickets are $10, and while that is really cheap for a live show (That was a direct quote from Victor himself), my parents and most of my friends have limited means. Ten dollars a seat seems a bit steep. Dalbec said something about comp tickets... But I'm not holding my breath. On a similar note, one of the actors got my name right. Brandon is still in the dark. heh. "Logan, could I have some more lights, please? I don't know what he thinks a spot tech that is currently focused on the main player can do for him. *shrug* Actors. I got to see TOOMA today. Happiness. Also, two people complimented me on how I looked today. April and Dalbec... only, when Dalbec complimented me... I dunno. It was just... *sigh* ackward? I felt really sad and guilty. Because I realized that he still likes me. He's supposed to hate me, at the least he should be barely able to tolerate me. But, he doesn't. Hate me, that is. He sort of looks at me sadly and then talks really loudly and often like he's trying to be louder than the thoughts in his head. Or, when he doesn't care and is being particularlly(Sp?) frank he'll follow me around and pull on my hair or shine lights in my eyes or something/anything to get my attention. I have no idea. 11:48am EST blog. I hate it when the phone rings in the morning. I also hate that I can't get to sleep eariler so that I can wake up at a "decent" hour. And that I never get any mail any longer. I feel very restless presently. And slightly cranky. I'm not sure what I want, but I know I want something. Which annoys me. I don't feel like going out. I just want to sit at home and clean up the house. It needs it badly. Or... I want to garden and weed so that our yard doesn't look so trashy. I... I want to be able to rest and sit and read. But, most of all, I want to hit something.