Ow, my hands

Strike for Elizabeth Rex last night, followed by pizza. I will miss doing the show. Maybe for a day. The free time will be wonderful. I hope to see a couple of other shows this weekend.

My hands are all cut up as a result of me attempting to use power tools and move lumber.

The sub-basement of the CenterStage complex is an unforgiving mystery. Unforgiving in that we had to bring many flats and platforms up the stairs and a mystery because why in the Christ doesn't the freight elevator go down there!?

Finished Nabokov's Bend Sinister on Saturday. I kind of love how dumb some of his books make me feel. His work is often packed with a plethora of auspicious allusions. I wonder what he was alluding to...time to get on wikipedia. Or Dictionary.com...

I'm going to pick splinters out of my hands all day and get paid to do it.