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1 March Wow, here I am, writing the entry for the 1st on the 1st! Amazing. Having my phone turned off was the best thing that ever happened to me! Okay, maybe not.
So yesterday was Ash Wednesday, and I was very proud of myself for remembering before I had any meat for breakfast. The funny thing was that I was offered chocolate and cookies by two different Catholic co-workers, and I said, "I can't have that, it's a fast day!" and they both answered, "I thought it was just meat!" I haven't decided what I'm giving up for Lent yet. Half the time I don't give anything up, but I'd like to this year, if I can think of something good. Not Pepsi, I can't take the caffeine headaches.
I went to church during the day to get my ashes, and then again at 5.15p for Mass. A bunch of other people from my office were there, which was funny. I mean, I guess alot of people go to churches where they know people in the congregation, but I never have, not more than a couple of people. I sang at the top of my lungs, as I always do. I don't understand people who don't sing at church, I mean, I'm a singer, so obviously I'm not shy about it, but singing in church is praying and I don't know why half the time I'm the only person in my section making a joyful noise.
After church was tech for the show, which I thought was amusing, going from church and God and ashes to sex and dancing and pussy in a mere couple of hours. And of course I still had the ashes on my forehead while I was performing, which several people said put a kinky capper on the piece. We blew the other actors away, me and John, they were just gobsmacked. It was so fine how they stood with one voice and said "You were so great!" and I said, "You are so right!" I have no shame, no false modesty, not about this show. God, I can't wait until we open. It's fun to be excited about a show!
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