It's been a long week. Anything Goes has been a great success so far (two performances down and two to go), but between running around trying to get my hair to look suitably "Golddigging Mother From the Thirties," hunting down my possesed-looking stuffed dog prop, Cheeky, and hiding from the Crazy Costume Lady From Hell, I am still ridiculously short of breath.
Never fear, though, my continued no rest for the weary lifestyle continues next week, as I visit Johns Hopkins and Princeton and talk to eminent English professers and Creative Writers. I feel like I have more of a sense of Brown and Haverford from the academic standpoint. And besides, taking more than a week off of school is sort of impossible, the supposed ease of fourth quarter notwithstanding.