Endings (45 minutes to call)
Non-trivial (immaterial)

• Today. Final performance of the Young Playwrights Festival at the Rose. Indeed, my final performance at the Rose; see Saturday. Less fun than the Young Directors Project, in turn less spectacular than Pride Players; it's gotten more tiring than fulfilling. But that's not to say that it won't be missed.
• Monday. Check, Please, DJ's senior-directed one-act at North. I'm probably babysitting our temperamental soundboard. I would have auditioned were it not for YPF. Last show for me + North drama, either way. Again, see Saturday.
• Saturday. North graduation. 2007 to 2009, so far, so fast. Prep's become a distanced memory, and I'm sure North will, too, but I'd love to get a full four years there. Many significant things began to happen to me even as soon as I found out I'd be allowed to leave Prep.
• August. I'll be off to the dorms, until next summer. This is a Good Thing^TM.

• The camera's broken. It's my fault this time, too. And it happened at the Rose again, even. The timeframe for resolving that depends on the efficiency of the USPS. Trivial in the scheme of things, but.
• The car's half-dead. We'll see on that one. Tomorrow I drain the radiator and start taking things apart, and hope I didn't wait too long to start playing cautious. On a side note, anyone want to ship me a known-good Alero engine?
• The power switch on Jessica's DS snapped when I was putting it back together, after fixing the mic. (All DS parts are ridiculously tiny.) A replacemen switch is on the way, and I need a better soldering iron. The only situation of all these where I still feel in my element.