I can't believe that it's Friday already, nothing makes a week fly by faster than having a day off in the middle of it.

On the other hand, nothing makes a morning fly by faster than getting up late, and then looking for a piece of paper for 20 minutes, then realizing that it's 11.30a and I should have left the house 15 minutes ago.

Like the wind, time flies, when you are trying not to be yelled at for being late. But seemingly, we are in a period where nobody notices whether anyone is in the lobby or not. Works for me, but I really shouldn't depend on it.

Yesterday was the first day of the replacement of our head of production, and o boy!

I walked in and Amber immediately said, "The guy taking over for Ken is here and he's really hot!" And is he ever--tall, not too young, cute as hell, and German, so he has the cute accent with the cute little lisp that sometimes you'll get with a German accent.

I know I said cute three times in the above paragraph, but it was necessary. In fact, it was restrained! He's really super-cute.

Anyway, not only is he cute and German and cute and tall and cute and not too young, but he also bought everyone pizza for lunch in celebration of his first day, so he is also cute and thoughtful and cute and bearer of free pizza!

Ken can't leave fast enough, frankly!

So yesterday it snowed and snowed and snowed, but it didn't stick for a long time, because it wasn't actually below freezing. On the other hand, it snowed for about 12 hours, so we did end up with some accumulation, just not as much as you'd expect.

There was, however, enough snow to completely dissuade the audience from showing up to the show, which was great for my schadenfreude, but not so good for my pocketbook, because it meant that I worked for three hours for nothing.

So they had seven people the first night and five people last night and a big ha ha ha from me, so now they can have big audiences and pay me because I have rent coming up and I need the money. They do have reservations tonight, so it should be a decent house.

I may not have made any money at the box last night, but Matty came round to wait for his girlfriend who's in the show, so he hung around in the box office will me for an hour or so, which was fun.

The best bit, though, was that he saw the scarf that I'm working on for Karen and commissioned the leaf green one for his cousin! That was the one that I was going to make and keep for myself, but I'm absolutely fine with getting $40 for it instead.

It almost doesn't matter if any of the scarves at Jana's sell, I'm doing pretty good on my own! This is the sixth one that I've sold just by people seeing me knit and having balls of wool that I can show them. So all of that over-buying that I did worked out nicely, because actually having the wool is much better than saying "I can get you any colour you want!" A ball of wool in the hand is worth two in the shop.

And it's a good thing that I made $40 yesterday, because I spent $55!

I went back to Williams Sonoma, because the siren song of that delicious-smelling hand lotion was too strong to overcome. I ran back into the store, blinders on, didn't want to be tempted, right back where the lotion was on Tuesday, and...

It wasn't there. Or rather, there was lotion, but it was Parsley scented. Or Valencia Orange. I didn't remember what mine was called, but that it started with an M and wasn't an ordinary word, like Parsley. Or Meyer Lemon, the only one I could find that started with an M.

I was aghast! Where was my lotion? I was set to spend $12.50 on that lotion, where the hell was it? I flagged down a salesgirl who Sherlock Holmesed them to ground. They had been moved by the door, the M was for Millefleurs, and they were in limited quantities! For a limited time!

So I bought the lotion and the room freshener and even broke down and got the $9 dishwashing liquid. I mean, as someone who regularly buys $15 bars of soap, $9 dishwashing liquid shouldn't have been such a wrench, but this stuff really does smell really good. And I'm not allergic to it, a quality that should not be sneezed at.

But those three items didn't all add up to $55, I also got a $12 dish brush. Yes, I know, I was supposed to have blinders on, but the dish brushes were right next to the scented lines, and it has a wooden handle and really soft bristles--it's frankly too good for dishes, it should be used to scrub a baby's back, but I really do need a new dish brush, and why not get one that's really beautiful?

So yeah, $55. Well, I really haven't bought anything not for a show in I don't know how long, certainly at least a year, so I deserve it. And hey, limited time!

Today's horoscope:
Ready for a great big surprise? You'd better be, because that's exactly what the universe has on the agenda -- that, and attracting the attention of a most unusual new friend.

One year ago today:
So, the show opened last night! And you know what? That old saw about a bad dress rehearsal making a great show? So not true. We were frankly awful last night. It has never gone worse, not even our horrible dress was as bad.

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