all I'm gonna say's this...

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people, especially those I consider friends, talking down to me. Like I'm some fucking child. It's even worse when said person is someone I care about. I know Dave can sympathize.

Completely unrelated notes: it's been a week and a half and I'm already supposed to be off-book for Act 1. All righty then. And Fringe rehearsal went... well, it went. After four hours baking in direct sunlight, we'll see if I turn into Dr. Zoidburg by Sunday. God Bless SPF 70 sunscreen, and here's hoping I can find some.