Right now, my mind is a muddle of all sorts of thoughts. When I'm supposed to be sleeping, as usual, prepping up for the showcase, here I am online again, trying to organize my thoughts.

First of all, the workshop is finally coming to a close. I can't believe that those weeks flew by. I'm going to miss these days when I rush to go to CCP right after getting out of the office that I hardly have time for a breather. Plus all those Friday nights out with most of the class, just talking the night away right on up til the morning. What am I going to do with my vacant evenings after all this?

My expectations for this summer were to just meet people, learn and hone a thing or two, and hopefully find more quality time with some friends. I guess I got more than I bargained for. I found a whole new bunch of new friends, and we all got to learn a huge deal about ourselves and each other as well.

And now, the showcase will be in less than 24 hours, meaning we all have less than 24 hours left as workshoppers in the vicinity of CCP. We will soon unfold the story of Our Town with our hearts on our sleeves.

I don't really want to get all sentimental, but in the privacy in my own room, I guess I can.

I'm feeling a lot of things right now. I'm feeling sentimental, but I also feel cranky, misunderstood, annoyed, anxious. Argh.

Usually, most of my innermost feelings are reserved for more private blog posts, but because of my crazy moods, I figured it's alright to post it here.

I don't like what I did these past couple of weeks. I totally regret it, and I wish for things to be back the way they were. Hah, as if I have control of it. I just miss the old times.

I'm too lazy to blog about the rest. That last one was cryptic enough, I hope.

To the cast of Our Town, BREAK A LEG!