The first Guerilla performance/first, last and only Guerilla dress rehearsal went... not-so-well. "Super Guerillas" was a nightmare. The only things that were smooth were the monologues. Michelle came and watched, but she left before I had a chance to talk to her about what she thought. Then I tried calling her but got her machine. So, Chelle, I'm awaiting your feedback. Is the whole thing a lot more like a school project than theatre? Maybe it's just me.
I plan to spend my evening catching up in various classes, memorizing the Fat Girl Monologue, and maybe typing up "Ask Kellie's Roommate" if the main character happens to leave for a little while at some point. And I have FMLA from about 7 until about 9. I forget what we're doing tonight, I hope it's something cool.
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