Only getting worse…

The only thing that I had to look for­ward to today was the play. That got blown to shit really quick. Dan came to the show early and I talked to him for a while. He told me that Jason was happy with Zhanna, and I took it as well as I could. Once the show started and I saw Jason and Zhanna together, I started to get really pissed.

Dur­ing the course of the show, I went in the back to talk to Megan. I told her what hap­pened with Zhanna yes­ter­day and last night, and she just held me and said, "I'm sorry." I (only sortof jok­ingly) told her that she didn't have to worry about the com­pe­ti­tion any­more. She said that this wasn't the way she wanted to win … and she just held me for a while. It was really nice.

Although suf­fi­ciently calmed, I spent the rest of the night in a volatile state. After the show, Natalie had planned a sur­prise birth­day party for Dan, which every­one was going to. In light of the events of the past two days, I opted not to go. Instead, Jake and I went to play pool … and being sym­pa­thetic to my cause, Megan came with us too, after mak­ing an appear­ance at the party.

I spent the remain­der of the night being incred­i­bly bit­ter about Zhanna, which I'm sure upset Megan, but I didn't care at the time …

I guess when every­thing looks its dark­est, you just have to throw up your hands and say 'alright'. Because it's prob­a­bly gonna get a hell of a lot worse.
- Alferd Packer, Can­ni­bal! The Musi­cal (1994)