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Yesterday was an extremely fucked up, long, annoying, shoot me now because this is fucking horrible day.  I was up for over 24 hours straight with little to no sleep, too many responsibilities, and too much going on.

For the sake of showing WHY it was so long, I am putting everything in terms of my local time zone regardless of where I really was. I got up around 12am PST. My driver showed up on time at 1:30am and we took off to the airport. The drive was pleasant, the driver nice, and no issue getting to the airport. GSP airport is small and efficient and there were no issues from GSP to DFW. I arrived at DFW roughly 5:30am. I was already tired at this point as the flight was extremely bumpy and I was unable to sleep. Spent two hours in DFW waiting for my connecting flight. The flight from DFW home was horrible. I was stuck in the middle of two larger gentlemen and by the time we hit the ground my ass was killing from the thin seat, being twenty minutes late, and having to fold my arms as to deal with armrest wars. By the time I got off the plane I was in no mood for anything. As I was waiting for my friend to pick me up, a fat old bitch of a security woman started yelling at me because I wasn't smoking in the proper area. I didn't make a fuss at first and started walking towards where she wanted me. As I was walking though my friend showed up and I stopped to wait for her. The security woman starts yelling at me again to either put it out or keep walking. I point at the car pulling up at me and she is still yelling "THERE ARE CHILDREN AROUND". What the fuck? I am obviously getting into a vehicle. Frankly would you rather I just get in the car or leave a piece of trash on the ground to protect the oh so fragile children? Bitch. That was just the kind of day I was having.

Got home around 1:45 to find the kid hadn't checked mail while I was gone, failed to clean the kitty litter, didn't give the cat fresh food, didn't take out the garbage, and worst of all had run out of toilet paper and was using paper towels. F. M. L. God only knows what that is going to do the pipes.

She got home a little after I did and I was busy trying to clean. I finally got a chance to sit down and TGF calls. She comes over about 20 minutes later - the only sleep I managed to get - and there was the bright spot of my day. Around 4, the three of us go off to run errands (like buy fucking toilet paper for starters) and we meet up with KBF for dinner. We have a nice dinner. Indian food, fun conversation, and a good time. I really enjoyed dinner. None of us wanted to go to the show because we all knew deep down what was coming.

We headed out around 10 and the minute we got to the theater it was a nightmare. Half the folks were already exhausted from doing the other show at the other theater. Tensions were high, people were tired, and we had to still keep going.

I am just going to summarize at this point:

- get yelled at because my director doesn't like the music I have chosen even though everyone else was liking it and dancing
- get yelled at because TGF was inside 10 minutes too early because she was helping another performer
- get yelled at because someone isn't happy with what cues their girlfriend is doing
- get yelled at because one prop is slightly off center
- get yelled at because a light was 2 seconds off
- get yelled at, get yelled at, get yelled at
- scrape my knee
- cut my hand

I walked out about 3/4s of the way through the show. I was done. I don't need this. I don't need the abuse, the headache, the lack of sleep, the annoyance. I don't need this at all. I actually do have better things to do on a Saturday night. Okay, not really, but still.

I don't know what the fallout is going to be today and I really don't care. I may check out of next week's show because I am tired of it. This is a hobby not a job. I should be allowed to take a night off. I should be allowed to enjoy myself not be stressed out completely. If anything gets heavy today I am resigning. Period.