Fiddler owns my soul...

Yes, I owe a bunch of comments, but this is just a quick pop in before I pop back out.

Fiddler on the Roof officially owns my soul. Doing pit work isn't that bad. Occasionally I'm exhausted after a show, but it's usually not so bad. HOWEVER. Being in a show is so completely draining it's not even funny.

The production runs for another two weeks (this weekend and next) then I get a bit of a rest, then it's off to NYC for a day. Huzzah and goodtimes there.

Off to work on the thesis that will NEVER END. I swear... if I ever have to look at this thing again? I'll cry. Revisions, revisions, revisions. Maybe not getting into grad school for Music History really WAS a blessing in disguise.

I'm inclined to think it WAS right about now.