| you can't explain, but the wind went and pulled you into the hurricane |
[10 Nov 2005|09:05am] |
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something corporate in my head |
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sosleepy. when my alarm went off the guys on the radio were talking about dull scissors, if i recall correctly. i hope that's not a sign of how my day is going to be.
last night was preview night. it went all right; it was nice to go through the whole show without stopping. tonight we open. oh, i'm sure it'll be super. i'm not overly concerned- pretty sure when an audience is criticizing a show, the last thing they worry about is the spot lights.
i am displeased with the addition of a matinee on saturday. way to take up my entire freaking life, michael. popular demand my foot- he added the show because he knows it'll bring in a lot more money. i'm not denying the goodness of money; i'm just sayin'.
yesterday was my last day on the tonsil drugs. my throat felt weird last night so of course i started getting all worried, but it's fine now. pleaseoplease don't let it come back ever again...
i've slept really hard the last few nights. like, wake-up-sweaty-in-the-middle- of-the-night hard. don't know how i feel about that. maybe i'll just take all day tomorrow to sleep. mmhmm; that would be nice.
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