So after yesterday's whine-fest "Everything is broken in my life and I can't deal!" I woke up and thought, I have to do something with this fucking fridge. The first thing I did was call Omar, because he has an empty, echoing refrigerator and a completely empty freezer.

"Hi, it's me. I have these bags of expensive meat and my fridge isn't working and Cynthia has no room, can I please come over and bring you my meat?"
"I don't believe that I've ever had a woman call and say that particular sentence to me before!"
"I guess this is your lucky morning."

So I put all of my melted meat (but still reasonably cold and nicely sealed in plastic) over to his house and made his freezer look as though someone actually lives in the apartment. I told him that if he wanted a steak to feel free, but he looked horrified at the thought of actually applying heat to food with his own lily-white hands.

Then, at work, I decided to figure out who the hell I should call regarding my fridge, and I decided to Google myself. How I do love my online journal, because all of the info was here!

I called them and got an appointment for next Thursday, which is kind of a pain, but that was the best that they could do. I figured that I could live without my fridge for a week, though I wasn't happy about it, and then when I got home, it had magically fixed itself.

So the magic spell is clearly not unplugging it for awhile so that the ice inside the workings of the fridge can melt, but it's calling Summit and making an appointment to get the thing fixed. It strikes the fear of God into my fridge and it decides that freezing my fucking food is the better part of valour.

Yesterday's rehearsal was Act II. Did I get through it, let alone also do the leftover scene from Act I? Surely you jest!

We did all but the end of Act II Scene 1, which is the longest scene in the known universe, but didn't manage to get anywhere near II-2, which is three pages long, but we haven't done it for weeks and I know I'll have to reblock all of it because these damn actors have heads like sieves.

So, so far I've worked all of the scenes with everyone in them and none of Winni and Omar's scenes together. And they are, you know, the leads. This show is going to kill me.

Today's horoscope:
Use your objectivity to examine your close commitments today. You can pinpoint areas for improvement in your relationships.

One year ago today:
Had such a dull Sims party last night that not only did the mime show up, but so did the clown!

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