31 May
My sty hurts!
Do you know how many times you blink in a day? I do, 'cause all day long it's "blink*ow*blink*ow*blink*ow!" It's an internal sty, which means that you can't see it, but that's a small favour. And half of my readers are clearly nutballs, because do you know how many people wrote me telling me to rub it with a gold ring?
Since it's internal, that would mean that I would have to turn my eyelid inside out to do this ring-rubbing, and the day anybody sees me do that is the day that I should be taken away for a long long rest.
A couple of other people who are not medieval surgeons suggested hot compresses, which is just what my eye doctor said. It was bothering me so much that I, remembering that I used to get sties as a kid, called my Mommy and she called my eye doctor and he's calling in a prescription to my pharmacy and all will be well.
If I can manage to get home before the pharmacy closes one night this week. Which I doubt.
And I didn't really mean that my readers are nutballs. Well, I did, but sweet, thoughtful nutballs with their hearts in the right place!
Did I mention that I'm starting a new show? Well, I am, two new shows in fact, both by Feydeau, one acting and one directing, both in the same evening, but the one I'm directing is only two characters and the part I'm playing is one of those small, hilarious roles where you needn't be at every rehearsal.
And a lucky thing, too, because our director is insane! Loony as a loony bird. She seems very nice, and I'm certain that she is a fine director, but she has alot of ideas about the "collaborative process", which I tend to see an a recipe for over-acting disaster, particularly in a farce like this.
It's a terribly funny script, though, and the cast is great, Radio Voice, whom I've always wanted to work with, Sabine, who was in Pamie's play, and David, whom I've known for ten years and is perfectly cast in this. And my role is terribly funny--every time I had to speak, we would all (me included) be howling with laughter, until I finally said "I'll bet this is one of those things where we kill ourselves laughing in rehearsal, but there won't be a peep in performance!" Hope not.
The reason that I suggested that the director is a loony as a loony bird is our rehearsal schedule, which we hashed out last night. We are rehearsing sixteen days out of the next twenty. Sixteen days! For a one act! We are rehearsing every day that somebody didn't say that they had a conflict, which is absolute lunacy. Of course, I don't have to be there every time, as my role doesn't call for it, and because I'm directing this other play, and David is the king of over-rehearsing so he's pleased as punch, but poor Sabine has a smaller role as well, but we'll be rehearsing in her space, so she'll have to be there for every one.
Why do I have the feeling that I'll have stories?
Here it is, Wednesday, and no Journal of the Week yet! And I didn't have one last week at all! Have I given up on it? I have not, just nobody popped into my head as the perfect person to highlight is all.
But now, someone has! It's Metrocake, having just celebrated her first journalling birthday! So, happy day, Roe, and I sure hope this fits.
I dreamed last night that I had a forum.
I woke up and thought "Should I get a forum?" Well, should I? My God, does anyone have time for another one? Would anybody come to it? Has it reached critical mass yet?
I mean, I don't hang out on forums myself, but for Beth's every once in a while, but it would really be for you rather than for me, so, um, you want one?
Today's horoscope:
Communications about professional matters hit home. You're on target with your analyses.
One year ago today:
Well clearly everyone is just WRONG!
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