logomancer | (no subject)

The drama teacher from my old high school called me today. I could tell by her lilting voice coming over the phone at full blast. Mom could hear it, and she was 10 feet away. She (the teacher) wanted my help in running sound for a community production of Father of the Bride. She wanted to get the best, and apparently I was it.

I agreed to help. It's only for a week, and I'll get to see my old friends again. Plus, it'll give me something to do while I'm waiting to start work. Mom heard about this, and mentioned that one of her co-workers was acting in it. She almost giggled herself to death. Frankly, I don't see what's so humorous. It's just a sound job, after all.

Ugh, laundry tomorrow. Means I'll be getting up at the ass-crack of dawn to play pack mule in getting the laundry there, spend three hours waiting for the laundry to get done, then loading it back to the car. *sigh* Such is my life.