Clos­ing Night: Five Min­utes to Cur­tain. We're all excited for the show, based on the reac­tion of last night. The green room is filled with commotion.

At the last minute, Carly, Chres and I go to per­form a pre-show rit­ual. Being as I am, I treat stu­pid things as if they're the most impor­tant thing in the world, so in my haste, I ran through the room — in the dark. I attempted to show off by jump­ing over a chair. Unfor­tu­nately, since it was dark, I couldn't see the frame of the door I was jump­ing through … or toward.

This won­der­ful maneu­ver caused me to hit my head on said frame, whip­ping my neck, and falling down on my back. There was a fair amount of blood all over the floor. What's funny is that it didn't feel that bad! Every­one was crowded around me, try­ing to see if I was okay. But see­ing as we had about 30 sec­onds before the show was sup­posed to start, I told every­one I was fine and rushed them out.

Mrs. Parker sent me to the hos­pi­tal. Chres drove me. All in all, it wasn't that bad. I received five stitches as a reward for my exploits and then they sent me on my way.

When we arrived at the cast party, it felt like the room stopped. After answer­ing sev­eral ques­tions and jok­ing about this fan­tas­tic mishap, things returned to nor­mal. After the cast party, a few of us went to Perkins. What fun. Ha!