I just hit my head on a doorframe

It hurts a little more than it should.

We're latte for the Coffee

Sophie forgot to wake us up this morning, so we had to scramble to the Starbucks to pick up coffee for ze actors and directors (and pick up fancy drinks for ourselves) 

The big coffee had pockets!

The barrista was SUPER nice, and exactly what I needed to not start crying due to the only 4 hours of sleep I got last night (which was with me oversleeping about 2 hours)

There was even an extra cupholder for Portia's fancy drink!

The sun blinded us with the newness of the day on the way back to campus.  Ready to go!!!!

Metal Flute

Surprisingly awake even though its another rest hour. I got an hour of sleep earlier and I'm somehow alright with only that. Sadie and Erik just finished their sideyard play. Now we're eating Oreos and listening to metal in the living room cause I'm waiting for the next draft of Claire's show.

Apparently some metal so ha have flute solos. Who knew??

Queso!

The queso has been opened.  My mouth doesn't know what to do with the queso coffee combo.

Also, we've started watching Joss Whedon's Dolllhouse to stay awake, and I'm already half way through my espresso beans.  I'm gonna need more of these chipler mustaches (it's a cross between chip and Hitler...get it??? do you???)

1440 Theatre Carnival

'Yall ready for this (cue Space Jam music)

I'm mentally preparing myself for the next 1440 minutes (also known as 1 day/ 24 hours) of craziness that I'm sure are about to unfold.  Portia, Sophie and I are producing the 1440 Theatre Carnival here at Lawrence (it's the same thing as a 24 hour play fest, but without the copyright infringement).  

What does that mean you ask?  We're gathering a group of writers, directors and actors at 8:00 tonight, and they will be performing all new works tomorrow at 8:00.  From 0 to theatre in 24 hours.  I'm 95% sure I'll be getting little to no sleep until late tomorrow, so stuff might get real.  So I'mma LIVE BLOG!! Because who wouldn't love to see how bad my grammar gets throughout the increasing sleep deprivation?  I might not even spell check myself to see how bad it gets.  Crazy, right?  I'll give you a mug shot for every blog post as well, so you can see how utterly gorgeous I get throughout the process.

Not off to a bad start, if I do say so myself.