OCD

Our house has been struck down by a severe case of OCD, also known as 'Obsessive Casting Disorder.' All three of my housemates are in the middle of sorting out their minor film projects and have advertised on various websites to get struggling actors to work for them for free. You'd think that actors wouldn't want to work for students who pay them nothing and treat them like shit. But Maggie's idea apparently appealed to a lot of women, so much so that she had over 200 applicants apply for the role.

The repsonses came through the post every day. Masses of brown envelopes containing big black and white photographs and CV's, all with a covering letter:
"Dear Maggie, I'd love a chance to audition for the role of Kate/Anna/Becki. I really identified with the script."
"Dear Maggie, please consider me for the role, I've acted for the BBC/ITV/rarara" (If you're that good love, why are you still doing student films, eh?) Not that we're not grateful, or anything.

Anyway. I digress. So, every day Mags would go downstairs and find a big pile of envelopes at the bottom of the stairs. First she would scream, then she would cry.
Now the symptoms of OCD begin:
1) Taping up the letterbox
2) Repapering your walls with actor's CV's.
3) Chanting the names of actresses in your sleep
4) Having a nervous breakdown when you check your email -("what? MORE applications?There can't be MORE! I've had 500 already in the past hour!")

There's more, but I won't go on too much. She's finally decided who she wants to audtion and made a schedule. So that's the end of the disease for her, but Martin's just posted his advert and has already had about 40 responses in the past hour. This sickness is catching...