Itch itch itch, also itch!!

Cynthia has requested that I either get an air purifier or smoke outdoors, because my smoking makes her living room smell, and it has now gotten warm enough to smoke outside to I decided to do that.

Before she asked me to, I was thinking of doing that anyway, since I must do so in California and smoke so much less because of it. If I can smoke in my living room I will smoke until I'm out of cigarettes, whether I really want to or not--if I have to go out to the side of the house to do so, I'll smoke no more than five before wanting to come back in the house.

Anyway, good things about smoking outside, not smoking so much, bad things about smoking outside in the spring in New Jersey, a left ankle full of bug bites. Itch!! What made this bug look at my left ankle and think "Lunch!" I don't know.

I did not have this problem back in Los Angeles.

So yesterday was closing night (afternoon, really) of Mice and Men, and Le wanted me to take a few pictures of him and Jon as Lenny and George, which meant that I had to find my film camera.

It's been a little while since I've used it, so I wasn't entirely certain where I had left it. I thought that maybe it was in my bedroom, so I picked up everything off of my bedroom floor and piled it on my bed and just wasn't finding it. Where was it?

Before I started tearing my living room apart, I thought I'd glance into my camera bag. I mean, I knew that it wasn't in my camera bag, for heaven's sake, but I might as well rule it out. It was in my camera bag! Along with my extra lens, two disposable cameras, used and unused film, and some receipts that I probably could have used when I did my taxes. Who knew?

I was taking the pictures after the show was over, so I had to stay through the whole thing rather than leaving at the second intermission, which meant that I just was a wreck, weeping in the lobby for the whole third act.

Molly and Bonnie saw the show, and all my croakings of doom notwithstanding, they were fine and enjoyed it very much. I was a soggy mess in the lobby, they were just fine as pie.

As far as I am concerned, the saddest part of the show isn't the very end, but when the men are out chasing Lenny and George hides him in the brush, and then they run away and George tells him that he can come out, and he does so, saying, "Where'd all those guys go?" "Hunting." "I like hunting! Why aren't we going with them, George?"

I started crying just typing that. It's like flipping a switch.

Anyway, I took the pictures and cleaned up the box office and watched them start to take down the set and went home before I was pressed into service.

Then, after getting home, I talked to Mom on the phone, helping her load AOL and her printer software onto her wiped computer harddrive.

Dear God, the horror. And not for the reasons that you might expect, because she was being dense and I was being impatient, because neither of those things were true. The real problem was the fact that she has the worst cell phone known to man!

When we were talking on the regular phone, all was well, but when she had to connect to the internet and I had to call her on her cell, it was a hideous nightmare! The first time I had to call I think it took fifteen minutes to get through, the second time it took half an hour, and the third time it took over an hour before I finally gave up.

There is nothing more exhausting than hearing at least 100 times and probably more like 150, "The mobile unit that you are trying to reach is not answering or is outside the coverage area" until I practically hung myself.

Every so often I would call her regular phone only to get her voicemail, and I would leave an irritated message and then beep her, but as I found out this morning, her beeper was on vibrate and so she didn't know how hard I was trying to reach her. Now I know what people go through trying to reach me!

The best reason to be home? Really and truly? Match Game is on three times a day. Well, four actually, but two of them are the same episode so that doesn't count.

It might make me shallow to admit this, but there really isn't much that makes me more cheerful than Match Game, the most good-hearted, fun, funny game show ever.

Today's horoscope:
A team of cosmic influences are doing their best to talk you into canceling your appointments and spending the day doing nothing more taxing than deciding what to eat and which video to watch next. If you can, give in.

One year ago today:
Admittedly, a four day long depression is kid stuff, my really depressed friends, my friends on medication would laugh in my face, but it's a lot for me, a generally cheerful and optimistic person as I am. I'm glad I'm me again.

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