live in hell

my job is hell, quite literally. we are doing this play all about the stop after hell, and the director is SATAN!!!!!!!!!!!! And by satan I mean she wants props, real props. like real galleys, and page proofs with the text of a book that was never written. SO essentially my other props friend in command and I have to WRITE A MOTHER FUCKING BOOK!!!!!!!!! Oh and we have to fill a notebook with said book, but handwritten. fun times. yay.

sleep deprived and on the verge of ill am i.

i expect bloodshed during this play. cold hearted bloodshed.