18 June
So yesterday I get slammed unceremoniously from sleep by the smoke alarm located a couple of feet above my head.
Was it smoke?
Fire?
Steam?
Heavy breathing?
No no no and no.
Is this one of my favourite ways to be awakened? An hour early and banging my sore ankle and having the cats in a panic? Not hardly.
When I got home last night, I heard it beeping while I was out in the street!
I pulled it off the wall (later I asked Cynthia and Fran, and they said it had been going off periodically all day--they thought it was an alarm clock), and that was when I noticed that it is not a smoke alarm, it's a carbon monoxide alarm.
It says on it to turn off any appliances and open the windows, but I don't have any carbon-monoxide causing appliances that I am aware of (nor is the furnace on) and my windows are already open, so either my apartment has become an evil death trap or the battery needs changing.
I'm betting it's the latter (I'm sure hoping it's the latter!), but if I suddenly stop updating, you'll know why!
I lost my key card at work.
That was the second time that I lost my key card. The first time I got a new one from Jim, then immediately found the old one and turned it in. Then, like two weeks later I lost the replacement. It took about a week for me to admit to Jim that I had lost it again, and he finally gave me a new one Tuesday, along with a laser glare and a few terse words: "Don't lose this one!".
Got home that night, walked through the door, sat at my desk, moved one piece of paper...
And there was my lost card!
I laughed and laughed...
So last night I started rehearsing the Show I'm Being Forced To Direct Even Though I Really Need a Break.
One of my little actors was called into work at the last minute, so he wasn't able to make it, but he had the smallest role, so it was okay. And the two that were there were just swell.
There must have been some sort of mistake with the script, though. Because it's good! I mean, really good! I think it's the best show I've been given to direct since Naked Mole Rats last year, so either I was given the wrong script, or Le knew that after the hell I went through on my last show I couldn't take the pressure of saving another show, and he likes me and doesn't want me to hang myself.
I'm trying to work out this whole men and women thing.
I do loathe generalizations, but I think that for many people the key is that with women every little blink and breath means volumes, and with men they mean exactly what they are, so women over-analyse everything that men do and men accept everything that women do at face value.
If a woman blinks slightly, she thinks that it is as obvious as a gale force warning that she is saying "I love you with all my heart" or "Get your damn feet off the couch" or "Tell me I don't look fat".
If a man blinks slightly, he's probably got something in his eye.
One year ago today:
Yes, drop dead, fuck off, leave me alone.
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