Getting off DS time means we struck the set in a record-breaking two hours (would have been threeexcept… you get it). Somebody mentioned that the hour we gained this morning was actually takenfrom May. Weird but theoretically true. Sounds like a story.
On the way out of Grant after working post-Rent loadout, David and I ran into Emily Minor looking small and hollow-eyedlysad. She asked where we were going, obviously wanting the answer to be “alcohol,” and though weboth offered to walk her anywhere she wanted she declined. I found it a bit odd, since she’s beenattached to Allison’s leg for a week and I know for fairly sure what she’s doing now. Iworry about her. Emily, I mean.
Returned to Bingham, moments later, to find Jordan nearly unconscious in a toilet stall–slumpedover the porcelain with undies around his ankles. Ah, rush season.
