9 March
So, last night, the show being over, I stayed at work until 1a.
It was actually such a treat, not having to rush to performance or to rehearsal, to be able to stay and get some stuff done, but, but, but...
I missed Faye. I missed being her, I missed John, I missed bantering with Geoffrey before the show, I missed turning off the light five minutes before we went on and standing by the door, preparing, I even missed fighting with the audience, trying to get them to stop that goddamn laughing.
So I went in the bathroom at work and stared at myself in the mirror, whispering the lines.
So, the HR director, whom, as I reminded myself in my year ago link, I named Simon Legree, has this huge, panting crush on The Raccoon, which I think is hilarious and she thinks is icky, because he's really slimy.
He is refusing to do something that would make our lives easier, so I told The Raccoon that if she would just blow him, he'd do it! It would only be what, 20 seconds out of his life, and she wouldn't have to swallow or anything, but she is refusing to take one for the team.
I was so impressed with that joke that I ran around telling the controller and the assistant controller, who laughed and laughed, but The Raccoon is ready to kill me!
heeheehee...
So, this whole not reading journals for Lent is starting to hurt.
It's been a week, since I didn't start on Ash Wednesday, which means that there is another 38 days, because Lent is actually 46 days, not 40. I was trying to explain to Colleen and Tracing after the show on Wednesday that Sundays don't count, and they were asking if that meant that I could read journals on Sundays, but no, it's just that Sundays don't count when you are counting to 40!
Hey, I never mentioned that Colleen and Tracing came to the show on Wednesday, did I? I am such a bad friend. It was so cool that they could come, especially since a bunch of people that were going to come got screwed up by the weather. Patrick was going to drive down, Kate was going to come, but all was for naught.
O, and the girl whose name that I couldn't remember on Tuesday was Elaine of stagnant underground. Go read her journal for me because, hey, I can't!
Anyway, as I was saying, it's starting to hurt, not reading journals. My God, I'm clicking on advertising banners! I went to Reflect and created all of the products that I could, but I cannot buy any of them because of the no buying thing!
Ow ow ouch.
So, you know what I am doing, and it's not cheating? I'm reading my own journal! I'm reading my archives, because I am putting together a page of links just about shows that I have done, which would certainly be easier if I didn't sometimes talk at length about a show and never once mention its name.
Today's horoscope:
Part of you wants to be out in the world; the other half yearns to stay at home. You need both; don't let guilt get in your way.
One year ago today:
My new nickname for our new mean-as-a-snake HR director is Simon Legree.
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