Why are these weekends so freakin' short?

Why didn't I achieve anything of importance, i.e. work on the Open Pages queue, fiddle with the new tape loop setup, do my taxes, but no, all I did was play Snood, watch VH1 Behind the Music Bad Boys Weekend (Oasis was subtitled due to thick accents, which I thought was amusing) and follow the astonishing barney over JournalCon, which, seeing as it's still six months away, will either blow to smithereens, or, more likely, we'll go through this another six times before it happens because journallers can drag out a fight longer than anyone else.

I was alternately pleased that I can't go and sorry that I'll miss the fun. Which might be fun and might be Omaha Beach, but I think that I could probably manage to hang out with my friends and not get hit by shrapnel. Exactly what I'm planning to do at my reunion!

So, my show is finally over, thank God.

As I told Cynthia, the level of my enthusiasm was obvious in the fact that I performed three out of six shows with dirty hair (I did wear a wig, but only through half the show).

Michael was so cute, though. He brought a bottle of Dom and toasted everyone, saying that it was the best show with the best cast he has ever done (horrifying until you consider that he probably says and sincerely means that about every show he does) and gave us all mint condition comic books in plastic sleeves, which I thought was rather sweet.

I'm still glad it's over, though. Michael my cast member from my last show was there, and I basically threw myself into his arms. I really miss that show, and I never miss shows. Talk about best cast and best experience, that was mine, or at least top three.

O shit, I've gotta run. I'm going in with Cynthia this morning, which means I'm leaving early. Catch you later.

Today's horoscope:
Issues of who earns it, who owns it, and who spends it will arise. Think: Compromise.

One year ago today:
I had to ask her if she was turning into me!

* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *

E-Mail

Jeweled fantasy by:
Jane Doe!

This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors.
Last Updated Mon 3 April 09:29:09 2000