13 July
It was the first day off in a long time...
Meaning, no rehearsal last night, at last. We need it, Alex needs it, but I was beyond exhausted and I had already canceled our other day off on Wednesday in order to stop neglecting Ann and work on the beginning of the show for once. So this day off, sacrosanct.
I wanted to go to the movies, I wanted to go home and write my back entries, or knit and watch TiVo, but what did I do? Stayed at work and answered phone calls. Which I certainly needed to do, totally besides the fact that I have done no overtime in two weeks and am poor as a church mouse, the phone calls were in a tottering pile higher than my head.
There were about 35 voicemails, 35! But once I went through them all, between the hang ups, the ones who called more than once, and the ones that I had spoken to during the week, there were only 14. It's always like this, I dread some task and then it ends up being easy-peasy, then I wonder what I was worrying about and decide not to let things pile up in the future, until I just do again.
There's my life, right there. Procrastinators R Us.
After reading the 15 May entry of Little Monster, I have been walking around for two days singing, "I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to see/I've been to Paradise, but I've never been to meeee!" and I really had to get rid of that, so I called Cynthia and sang it into her ear and then it was gone. In it's place, for no reason that I can think of, is Bill Cosby's, "Dad is great! Give us the chocolate cake!"
I'm not quite certain which is more annoying, but I really think that I should have stuck with "I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht/I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got!"
I've been thinking about "I've Never Been to Me", though, and I think that I have decided that it is the rantings of an insane homeless person, yelling after passersby, "Hey! I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun! Come back here! Did I tell you that I've been to Paradise? Seriously! Gimme a dollar and I'll tell you all about it!" and then I had a really cute idea for a short film.
I'd be the homeless woman, and Cynthia would be this regular person that I'm chasing around, telling this story to, I figure half spoken and half sung. I mean, it starts out "Hey lady, you lady!" the cry of panhandlers everywhere, but it is not possible to speak the chorus, it is too dramatic not to be sung.
I'll just add it to the long list of things that I really am going to do someday. Seriously.
Something awful has happened. Actually, something awful has almost happened. Something awful might have happened, but I won't know until Monday.
Remember the SAG Film Society? That I blew last year because they sold out too early? And I specifically paid my dues a couple of months ago so that I would get the form in the mail?
Well, I did not get the form in the mail. Thank goodness Cynthia got hers so I knew it was out, and I was going to go to SAG to get a form and send it in. However, what with the going to Canada and the doing Sister Mary, I forgot until Thursday night. But the forms had to be received in the mail yesterday. Monday is the first day for walk-ins, but last year they sold out early.
Yesterday I called and spoke with the consistently irritated woman who has run the film society for the past million years or so, and she said that walk-ins would be accepted Monday, and that no, they weren't sold out yet. But that was yesterday morning, they hadn't gotten the mail yet.
They open Monday morning at 9.30a. I will be there. Please don't let me have screwed this up two years in a row, because even if it was their fault and they didn't send me a form, it's still me who doesn't get to go to the movies all year.
I just checked the website, which says that they have been full up since the 9th, but I called on the 12th and the woman said that they weren't sold out, and I know that it was the woman in charge, I know her voice! Argh! Dear God, let me get in, let the website be wrong.
I miss my eyedrops. I miss them so much. My eyes have been itching lately, and for a second I reach for my eyedrops, my lovely eyedrops, and then I remember that they are gone and I burst into tears. Which really only makes my eyes itch more.
You see, once upon a time, there used to be a wonderful kind of eyedrops called Naphcon A. If your eyes itched, or were red, all you had to do was drop a drop or two into your eyes, and they would sting like hell for a second and then they felt great! No more itching, and they were bright white. And the stinging was good, it was the good kind of pain, like peeling off a scab, and also the more it hurt the more you could tell it worked. The stinging meant that the drops meant business, the drops were kicking butt and taking names, and if you weren't a whiny pussy baby you'd suck it up and it would be worth it. They were so strong that you weren't supposed to use them every day. They were the best eyedrops in the whole wide world.
Then, one dark day, they took them off prescription. They claimed that they were exactly the same as before, but now anyone could buy them at any time without a doctor's permission. I was suspicious, but I was assured that they were just as tough as they were before, they were still the diamond cutters of the eyedrop world.
Ha, I say, and I say ha again.
I still remember the horror I felt the first time that I tried them, that moment when my eyes were itching and I picked up that bottle of non-prescription Naphcon A and put two drops in each eye and braced myself for the sting. I was braced for quite some time before it occurred to me that there would be no sting. They are about as strong as saline. In fact, I could probably get a better sting by opening my eyes in the bathtub.
They swore up and down that it was the same, but they lied, they lied. And now, when my eyes itch, I just sigh and rub them and remember...
Today's
horoscope:
Frustration follows blaming yourself for not doing "enough." Pleasure comes through measuring your accomplishments.
One year ago today:
"YOU JUST HAVE THE GREATEST HAAAAAIIIIIRRRRR!!!!!!"
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