I'm going into hell week and it's not going to be pretty - I do community theater as an incredibly fun but at times weirdly masochistic hobby. Hell week - which in this case is technically hell week-and-a-half - requires me to leave work on the dot of 5:00 (not easy for an attorney - but a great excuse to do so), drive for an hour to Iowa City, do makeup and a full run of the show until 10:00 or 10:30, drive another 45 minutes home, and collapse at about 12:30. Then I get up at 5:00 and start all over again. If it weren't such a great show. . . then again, let's face it, I'm a sucker for applause and a good party. My psychological profile is basically people-pleasing, and there's no bigger "hit" than theater.