Tomorrow I have a split-kinda-shift.

I do two hours in the morning at the shop where I've been building props. They like me, I think, and like me more and more every day.

And you know why?

Because I'm a damned good props builder. I have many, many skills that are relevant to props building. I also don't need supervision (and I *like* not being supervised).

Then I do four hours at the Theatre of Fuck Ups (namely me).

Then back to the shop, to do two more hours of love and wonder.

I really am a good builder.

I really am.

I keep telling people, but nobody believes me, because anyone who says they're good at something inevitably isn't.

Maybe I'm not...

It's hard to say.

I dunno.

Sleep time.

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