A weekend ruled by my uterus

Oh, my ovaries. I am *this* close to just reaching down and ripping out my uterus.

Load-in for The Whole Shebang was decidely non-heinous (esp. considering the load-in for Six Char. consisted of a 15 foot wall shattering after it fell from 50 feet up in the fly grid iron).

Downside: dancers from the rep show coming down and ordering us about like we were their personal prison lackies, thinking we were completely alien to the stage and incompetent to the needs of a performer. "Get me water. Get me Powder. Get me kleenex." You know what, bitch? We're actors - you're thirsty, you swallow your spit until intermission.