I’m burnt out. I had the single most… most…. ungood workday ever, and, three hours later, I’m still recuperating. I had every intention of detailing my massive fuck up here, but I don’t have it in me to rehash the whole stupid story. I think everyone in box office has one catastrophic disaster occur in their career; looks like I got mine over with.

Kieran, I kept your pendant by me all day to remind me that there’s life outside that accursed theatre. In truth, I brought it to work to show off to everyone, but in the end, it became almost totemic.

Ah, your gift of sanity continues to work it’s magic. 😉

I can’t seem to coerce myself into being productive tonight. Since I got home, I’ve answered one email, paid for one advert in Morbid Outlook, and ate three Rollos. I honestly don’t think I’ve done anything else at all.

I can’t bring myself to begin the site update, and every email I begin to write comes out like I’m a slavering maniac.

Burnt out.

I think I’m going to blow everything off for a night, make some popcorn, and force the dogs to watch Sunset Boulevard with me.