Opening night comes, and goes.

Killer Joe has opened, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. The long days of struggling are over, and thanks to my colleagues the show is up.

That being said, I don't want to be a scenic designer. At least, not here, and not yet. Sure, the field is full of opportunity, and the feeling that follows designing a show is overwhelmingly fantastic. But the sheer effort that it took me to get there was simply too taxing. In contrast, I think I did a fine job as the Properties Master for our production of The Crucible last semester. I also had much, much more fun. I was far more engaged with not only the material, but with the production staff. Sure, it was stressful, but not to the point where I became catatonic. It stands to reason, then, that if I can do that work and keep myself alive at the same time, I should do props. And I will. I asked Regina, my adviser, to not assign me any shows to design next semester, and she (along with the rest of the department at a meeting, to be fair), made me the Props Master for two shows next semester, including an opera, which is wonderfully exciting.

Time for bed.