I need new jeans.

I mean, I really need new jeans. And not just because they have a rip in the butt, which is the clarion call for new jeans, but because I am fucking swimming in them. I haven't had to undo them to take them on or off for ages, I am constantly hitching them up like a five-year-old, only to have them settle back down around my hips four seconds later. If I had wanted hip-huggers, I would have bought them.

I really really need to buy new jeans. Really. But since I am on SuperBudget, I cannot until my next paycheck, which means that I have to wear the clown pants for another week and a bit. And, instead of getting comfortable jeans that are a little roomy, I'll get jeans that fit so that when they grow like Topsy, they won't be dragging behind me like Howl's suit. Too many similes, I know, but hey, my pants are big! I should get a by for that.

Anyway, this time, the rip in the butt is the least of my problems.

So, this weekend, my laptop screen decided that white is the in look this season and decided to turn that colour. It has had alot of problems with liney-ness over the past months, but now it is so liney that the lines all blend together into a lovely white blankness, so I decided to bite the bullet and have the damn thing fixed again.

I spent the weekend backing everything up and moving everything onto my other computer, which meant basically that the entire weekend was spent unscrewing the monitor cable from on computer and screwing it onto the other one, then back again, then back again, then back again, etc. etc. ad nauseum.

So on Tuesday, Cynthia drove me to Paramus before work, where the guy tried to convince me to forget the whole thing and just buy a new system.

"If this is the second time you've been in, rather than spending all of the repair costs, just attach it to a monitor and use it that way and then buy a new computer!"
"Well, the whole reason that I have a laptop is for its portability, and it cost me $3000 and it's only two years old."
"But you could get a much better and fast one for a third of what you paid!"
"And if I wait another couple of years, it'll be yet faster and cheaper. Just fix it. Please."

Also Tuesday, I was having an email conversation with Lisa that got so complicated and full of typing that I finally said, "just give me your phone number". She said that she would be home in a few hours and to call her there, and I was all "Why can't I call you at work? Wahh!" but when we did speak, at one point she started laughing with the scariest, giantest, loudest, most laughy laugh in all the land and I thought. "Okay, I get why she didn't want to talk from work."

We talked for an hour and said mean things about people and nice things about other people, and it was really fun. Blake, her bird (whom I keep thinking is her husband, so in entries like this one I get really confused, "Why was her husband on the chandelier?") kept up this constant chattering and twittering and screaming, that it was like talking to Cynthia when Bonnie is trying to get her attention.

Finally, she said, "O, I get it, I'm clearing off the table and he is in love with the placemats, so he is finding it very upsetting," and I thought, "Yep, just exactly like Bonnie!"

After that, I went to rehearsal for Show #1, as I clearly was never going to start Show #2 (actually, I began rehearsals for that one last night at last, but it makes a better story the other way).

I cut rehearsal on Sunday and was something over an hour late for this one (this was known in advance that I couldn't get there before 8p, but I don't rush over, let me tell you) which shows the level of enthusiasm that I have for it. We do have two more weeks, which is good, because right now everyone (but me) has been directed to be so big and farcical that everyone needs a couple of weeks to ground the damn characters or it will be so much less than funny.

Currently, Omar, who is a wonderful actor, is playing his role as he has been directed, as the most extreme homosexual stereotype since Richard Dreyfus' Richard III in The Goodbye Girl. It is certainly possible that this will be an absolute disaster. I'll be funny, though.

Lenten entries missed:

Rick McGinnis wrote three whole entries! Only reading him once every six weeks works great, because it's like there are all these riches all at once, rather than hopefully popping rounded every day only to have one's hopes dashed, dashed I say. One is about going back to his old grade school (among other things), and the other two are about a trip through the archives of a small-town newspaper.

Today's horoscope:
Energy, vitality, freedom, creativity and risk-taking in relationships are high today. Enjoy sharing sports, parties, action, humor or being on the go.

One year ago today:
"Well, it's official. NOBODY wants to meet me. Good thing I'm not going to JournalCon, as I would be left all alone and WEEPING."

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