Today was amusing, yet tiring. Physics and History were boring as ever. The one high point was when Maria, who I have recently discovered to be a huge Terry Pratchett fan, lent me a copy of “Eric”, one of the books I hadn’t been able to get my hands on. I told her that I would lend her “Feet of Clay” and “The Truth”, and she would lend me “Reaper Man”. ::squeals:: These classes were followed by more boredom, then lunch. Then, I went to the library to read more of “Maskerade” and study for my math test, as we don’t have P.E. on Fridays (score!). Then, the math test, which was really odd, and then freedom. Chungy started complaining about the evilness of the Forecast people, so I went to help her with her Distribution Manager duties. Poor Chungy. She had to take endless stacks of newspapers, put labels on them all by hand, and sort them into 30-paper stacks based on zip code. Ye gods. Together we made a sizeable dent in her workload, though.

Afterwards, I stopped by Smoothie King, then went to Jesuit for the call at 5:00. We all had Chick Fil A, food of the Gods, and the actors got ready. Feeling exhausted (and a tad resentful that I could be watching Harry Potter if Mrs. Felice hadn’t been so insistent on me being there), I opted to read and knit upstairs instead of seeing the show again, as Casey was on tonight. My nights were Thursday and Saturday. I treated the cast to a selection of Beatles music, as Jackie refused to listen to most of my CD collection. I went outside to help the other Casey [Pedersen. She plays Mrs. Rogers] with spraying hair silver — Casey Potter, Colin, and Patrick all need to be old. While I was finishing up Patrick’s hair, we were alone outside. He decided to ask me how I felt about the two of us, and I said (rather too quickly, in retrospect) that I thought of us as just friends. I hate situations like this. Patrick rather obviously wants us to be more than friends (Casey Pedersen cornered me one day to interrogate me about it. Evidently the whole cast thought we were dating.), which made me feel like a twit. It was obvious he was disappointed. But hey, what can you do? If I’m not interested in a guy romantically, I’m not interested in a guy romantically. Nothing to it.

The show started. I finished “Maskerade” and started “Eric”, and did a great deal of knitting in between. At one point, Nathan (who plays Narracott, the guy who’s only in the play for about 3 minutes) came in and decided that I was reading some trashy romance novel. He picked up “Eric” and started reading it aloud in a steamy, mockingly sexy voice. Highly entertaining.

When the show was finally over, I saw that this show had gotten the Hockaday audience. Because Saturday is the Coffee House, everyone wanted to see the show tonight. Meh. Still, at least I’ll have my friends tomorrow. ::wrinkles nose::

And now, sleep. Tomorrow, Harry Potter. I must assemble my costume!