Ridiculous Rehearsals

I had a five hour rehearsal last night. One hour of special music just for the pirates because we need it plus three hours of scheduled time plus an hour of overtime. I honestly haven’t the faintest idea why I’m able to think rationally right now. Perhaps it’s because my workload has become comparable to that of a school day, so it’s familiar to my body. Whatever the cause I suppose I should be grateful, as collapsing now would inevitably result in someone becoming mad at me.

Blindly Fast Topic Switch: Ticket sales are going reasonably well, I’m told (about a hundred a day). I’ll have to remember to contact St. Phillip’s and get an announcement put in the bulletin; I’ll ask one of the old people whether we have notices already written or I should make something up (a chance to engage in message generation, I’ll have to dig out my textbook to ensure I take the proper rhetorical stance).

The fact that ticket sales are going so well means that you, yes you, my unknown audience, should rush out and get your tickets now. After all, any show that puts its players through five hour rehearsals must be worth seeing.