cliches aside. . .

four tell tale signs you know you’ve been in the theatre building too long. . .

(from the barter years. . . )

when leaving the building to go home you approach your car extend your hand and attempt to shove your mag-lite into the keyhole only realizing after the *thud* that you aren’t holding your keys.

feeling an overwhelming sense of relief that there are 1) very few other drivers . . . 2) cops. . . 3) turns on main street after snoozing through two red lights on your 4am drive home.

nearly thwart your own attempt to hire an assistant by giving him stage directions (stage right equals a real left) from the freeway to his new residence and place of work. thankfully he was smarter than me :)

(and more recently. . . )

being filled with an immediate instantaneous sense of dread after realizing that you will have to touch up the light in front of you that was obviously focused horribly by another crew member to only realize half a heartbeat later that the light is supposed to look that way, because it’s a traffic light. . .

my brain hurts. . . .


as well as my back. . . and my feet. . . errrrrrr