Ugh, what an awful night.

I went to bed around 2a after the Christmas party, drunk as a lord, then woke up at 4.30a or so, nose running like a Kenyan marathoner and completely unable to swallow.

I stayed awake, attempting to blow my nose using the only two pieces of ratty Kleenex in the house, and every time I lay down the pressure in my head would build until I thought that my eyes would bounce across the pillow like grapes.

Finally went back to sleep after 5.30a, then woke without any nose or throat problems at all. Either that was the shortest illness on record or I just got a preview of what's to come. Great, I love being sick right before going on a plane. The misery of travel + the misery of a cold = Miseweeee!!

So yesterday was my busy run around day, starting off with the darkroom where I finished Melissa's order and Kate's order and did Meghan's headshot blowups.

Unfortunately, I was stupid in that I rarely do fibre paper, usually RC, but you have to do headshot originals on fibre, and they take a million times longer than RC. And I did them last. And I got there an hour late. And there was a 6p show.
And was there rushing at the end? So much rushing at the end!

I did manage to get it all done, though I left the darkroom about 30 minutes later than I meant to, partially due to the fact that I lost my cell phone!! O the wailing! O the gnashing of teeth!

I knew that I had the damn thing at 4p, because an alarm went off reminding me that I had to make programme copies (that I didn't end up having time to make), but at 4.45p when I was trying to leave, it was no-where to be found! It had to be there somewhere, but I couldn't find it. And I had to go.

I swear, I've only had a cell phone for two years, but it feels as though I've had something amputated. No computers, no cell phone, do you think that God is trying to tell me to simplify my life?

So I made it to the theatre half an hour late, but thankfully Mark arrived simultaneous with me because nobody had picked up the keys, so there weren't a million people standing by the box office waiting for tickets, they were in the hallway. Much better.

We ended up having a smaller house than expected, but it was still pretty big. Wende was replacing an actress as an understudy and was absolutely brilliant. Of course, she had played the part two years before, but still, doing anything in one rehearsal is tricky, let alone being that great, and everyone else was yanked up to her level, then energy being higher than it had been before.

Between Wende on stage and me in the booth, the show was finally as good as it should have been all along.

Then was the Christmas party!

It was very fun but very crowded, I ended up not having to buy myself a drink even once, I gave out about 70 Xmas cards, and Mark hung with me the majority of the evening. That's what I call a good evening.

His ex was there sort of on the fringes of where he was at all times, but they both made through it without any scenes. And I think maybe he doesn't have a thing for SPA anymore, since he really didn't pay any attention to her but for ordinary surface friendliness. Maybe the last time they worked together he realized that he really wasn't interested, or maybe she shot him down, I don't care, I'm not looking a gift Mark in the mouth.

Leslie gave us all a ride home (us all including Hunter), which was a treat. I had meant to get Mark his present before coming to the show, but the Great Cell Phone Search left me with no time. I don't imagine that I'll see him before I go home for Xmas, maybe I'll post it to him.

Remember, if anyone who wants a Xmas card from me this year had best send me their address, because remember? No computer means no Xmas card list!

Today's horoscope:
It may be a school night, but you'll be up well past your bedtime. That means no fair begging off from dinner plans -- or any plans, for that matter. Nap tomorrow if you need to, but mingle tonight.

One year ago today:
Most people just kind of get the flu. You rest, you take liquids, you ride it out, and if I get the flu, then it will be like every other damn year that I have gotten the flu for crying out loud.

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