Every single picture I've taken of anything (just about) since I moved to Texas has finally been uploaded onto my picture account. [see link that-a-way ->] You'll know the point where I started last night as that's when captions and possibly all logic cease. (When you're up until 2 a.m. just so you can finish posting, you stop caring about the captions.)
Sadly, my camera batteries gave out last night at the company Christmas party, and thus led to lack of many pictures at the after party that somehow migrated to our apartment. I should go take a shot of the pearl necklace on the Twister spin card, as that sort of sums up the evening. (Though why some people arrived at the evening with shorts already under their dresses *before* Twister was mentioned clearly live harder than myself. Or something. I'm still sorta-but-not-quite sick, and all manner of funked/fumed out from the church paint job inside my theater an hour before curtain tonight. That calls for movie and couch sleeping and leftover cheesecake.)
It's good to note that having the reward I had promised myself for cleaning up all my music and other multimedia files has actually increased how much time I spend on cleaning up files. As this has been happening while I've felt off-and-on ill (and therefore antisocial), so much the better. (Even if I still won't succeed fully before my flight to Places Not Texas in two weeks.)
I started to make a dent in my pile of hand wash only clothes that had accumulated over the past few months, what with the mild summer-like weather gracing December today. It's times like that when I'm thankful for the back patio (somewhere to place it)...and need more chairs.
Also, did you know I was approved for vacation in June? Did you know I was planning on going *anywhere* in June? Would it suprise you to know it's New York for Tony Week with fellow ADP folk? That's the best kind of project.
I like having a visual aid, such to say "that's not how my hair currently looks."
We at the Rotunda would like to think we used up all our crazy points for the week on last nights show, somewhere between the man cleaning the carpets (and thus all the chairs in the center of the theater floor) and the Santa changing room being placed in our dressing room. The lightboard suddenly not working in the middle of preshow was just icing.
One of the fine shop ladies has offered to cut my hair, mostly because she's amused that I'll let her. (She cuts her own and her sister's hair, so don't panic.) I just don't know when it'll happen as the original designed day [today] now features auditions that hadn't been on the schedule yesterday morning.
I was just thinking about how odd it is that--in a year and a half of living in the same apartment--no lights have gone out yet. And then I looked up to see a burnt out light bulb. Whatever metaphor is in there, it's been that sort of day.
Which is why I'm now thinking about that pony no one has ever given me.