I’ve mentioned it before. It’s the infamous Boxes and Bags. There’s the airport section, the rolling sections, the bag fight, the sexy ¾ (that’s my favorite.) Then there’s the Loganne song and the Loganne squeeze (after yours truly,) and I can’t forget the accordion 5, the fast 5, and that crazy ending. No wonder it took a year for us to make.

I’m operating in a perpetual “sigh” mode. Every ten minutes an involuntary sigh slips from between my lips. They sneak up on me without warning (hopefully not in the middle of someone’s story.) Or maybe I’m just yawning…

Tech week steals my energy, which is not good when I have to perform at the end of it. It’s especially difficult when I have class all day; it’s so tempting to skip. Don’t worry, I didn’t. But class all day, rehearsal all evening and homework all night is a trip. Man, am I feeling it! Oh yeah, and I had this crazy difficult midterm this morning at 7:30 (yes, that class.) It was probably the hardest test I’ve had since I got here. Ahh!—Glad that’s out of the way.

I couldn’t do all this unless I loved it. It definitely takes love. I always here people talking about passion for what they do, their art. I’m thinking I must have it. This might be torture, otherwise. I’m excited! Call time is 6:30, so I better get to it. Wish me luck…