I rang Russell at the end of rehearsal before commencing cleanup (the kids are using shaving foam, whipped cream and powder bombs in the last scene. Cleanup is no easy feat) to tell him I'd call him properly later on if he was still up. I hadn't talked to him in a couple of days, and somehow in the madness of kids, rehearsals, and constant voices, I'd almost forgotten the sound of his own voice. Hearing it again almost made me cry, out of frustration from the rehearsal, and missing someone to comfort me. His voice was like an oasis, as cheesy as it may sound.
I came home late and leapt into Pat's arms. I needed a hug from a friend.
I'm finally listening to the Tori CD I brought yesterday from Borders, and its wonderful. I needed new music.
