What number are we on? #6? Okay, #6-Keep track of your life rules.

Will's right. You *can* do a seperate post just as the title line, and then do a "real" post in "paragraph" form. (Ha, like I write real paragraphs anymore.)

Did you know that I haven't updated my resume since 2007? Seriously. My most recent credits listed were the magic show, soccer practic, and Emperor's New Clothes. (#6.5 - Don't let Emperor's New Clothes ever be your last credit.)

We've killed two giant cockrocks in the past three days. Yesterday, a wasp flew out of my air vent in my bedroom. Moving would maybe not be the most awful thing to happen this spring.

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Sometimes I'm afraid I stay here because I don't think I can cut it in a larger fish pond.

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I went to bed feeling awful, tossed and turned most of the night, and still have a lingering headache today. Too bad I get to spend all day rewriting blocking so the second company can understand it (and not have to deal with my write-it-as-we-go chicken scratch).

I dreamed a lot of stuff last night, but the only one I remember was about the olympic ice skaters swimming relay race. Michelle Kwan does an okay backstroke.

One of the awesome joys of my life, the annual Best Picture Showcase, might be taking place over my two Saturdays of tech and opening, but I might still end up at both days. Thanks, Inspector, for not having a lot of tech and thus making me feel like it won't take forever to do Q2Q.

because they're sad-you-see

All I wanted to do all rehearsal was come home, put on pajamas, and watch "The Lizzie Maguire Movie" (yes, this was my actual thought process), but talking to Angelfish was better. Also, I have an assignment!

sometimes it doesn't take much

You know what's still my happy thought, a week and half later? Mr. Walker, letting me walk around him in the hall while proclaiming in his best Gandalf voice, "YOU SHALL PASS!"

especially partially singed and peeled off the pan

Today's epiphany: my love of fried chicken is clearly not for the chicken, but the crispy breading.

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* I've only received one issue of Real Simple, and they're already sending a renewal notice. I'm sure that doesn't smack of desperation at all.

* When I came home from Awful, Terribly Long Rehearsal this evening, and had my first issue of Britian Magazine waiting for me (with not just an offer to win a trip to London, but a cover article on Christopher Wren and St. Paul's Cathedral), it was one of those moments when you hope it's the universe sending you a signal. And then you buy milk because you've been out all week.

* I've been eating on the same pasta dish for a week, which is great in a "more bang for you buck" sort of way, but awful for my variety wishes. Of course, this comes from the girl who will regularly eat chips and queso for a meal rather than deal with cooking.

* Why is Julius playing "Last Christmas?" Look at the calendar, Julius! (Yes, I'm type-yelling at my laptop instead of clicking to the next track.)

#5 - Change your lightbulbs.

This isn't really a metaphor sort of thing. I'd had two (out of the four) bulbs in my bedroom out for quite awhile, but finally picked up replacements on my grocery run. I can't get over all the extra illumination blasting at my eyeballs.

Of course, I *could* take this into metaphor territory, but not at this time of day after a night of Mainstage walking (not blocking!) rehearsal.

Yesterday I learned that I'm not good at leaving the Rotunda in other people's hands. This might make some future decisions for me. Or not. (#4 - learn to let go)

I can tell that my subconscious is going into overdrive to dwell on my current issues while I'm otherwise asleep, because my recent dreams have included, among other things:

* current and past roommates
* someone driving me off the road, swerving to get back onto the proper path
* arguing with family over dinner
* Mission Burrito's shrimp tacos
* David Tennant
* sitting peacefully beside a river running through a major metropolis area (which didn't look like London but felt like it was)

glug glug glug

Tonight's real-adult-cooking dinner was not quite as successful, seeing as I'm still awake and feeling awful. The only redeeming aspect is that it was orange chicken, which I love enough to try again in the morning, when it can be breakfast. Probably my favorite all-time breakfast food is cold leftover Chinese food. (Somewhat related: my favorite post-10 p.m. meal is pancakes.)

Don't talk to me about the sanity of eating again the same food that is currently churning my stomach. I'm hoping the fridge will take care of that problem for me, because I'm eating it regardless.

#4 would be something about crockpots, but I already knew they were great

Operation: Overnight Crockpot Chicken turned out exceptionally well, though it's a bit of a bummer to have to reheat a meal the first time you eat it. (Sorry, I'm not one for eating onion chicken breast at breakfast.)

The general drill in my office right now is:
1. Enter the room. Shut all doors.
2. Briefly crouch in front of space heater until comfortable.
3. Become too warm, push up sleeves.
4. Need to go anywhere else in the building, bundle up to leave.
5. Repeat.

Did you know that I'll be at Hobbit tech all this week? Did you know that I clearly have a problem with letting go?

good thing I'm not doing some sort of daily blog here

I spent most of Wednesday trying to think up another good life lesson (seeing as I'd hit the last few days in a row, and truly do love flip books), but instead seem to have come away from the day with nothing I didn't know before. Though some other people apparently don't know that you shouldn't make a disparaging comment under your breath--that will be inevitably seen by the director--three minutes before the end of rehearsal.

I did learn that insecurity monsters live on the left shoulder and snark monsters on the right, but I don't see how that'll help me in life.

Can I include on any future resumes that I'm the president of the ADP Petite Persons Society? Also, anyone know a solid synonym for "society" that starts with the letter P? I like it when initials match.

This could very well become a flip book. I like flip books.

#3 - Scraping carrots. (Sarah understands.)

life lesson #2 of 2011: your desk is not an adequate cutting board

(What's that? You never saw the post with life lesson #1? Don't worry, it was something about crying at work, and you probably already know not to do that.)

You know what I really, really love (like, London-levels of love)? When you throw a pickle slice in with your sandwich for lunch, and the juices get into the bread by the time you're ready to eat it, leaving an acidic tang with your ham and mayo. Also, I love ham.

someone want to spot me $800?

It's probably an extra dose of crazy talk considering everything that's going on in both my personal and work lives, but MAN! would I like to see two of my favorite Doctor Who actors in my favorite Shakespeare in my favorite foreign city this summer.

That's not going to stop me from thinking about it for the next few months, though.

some thoughts on "Muppets Take Manhattan"

It's hard for me to be a stage manager and watch this movie. I mean, I love it, but my work self gets really upset when no one is at places and the overture is already playing and they're still trying to get Kermit to do the show. And, NO, FROG, we can't just suddenly throw all the extra people into the show with no rehearsal! You haven't even rehearsed! You're going to get hit with a flying set piece because you've been playing advertising agent, so you're not the person to clear this.

Also, I get all teary in the "Make Him Happy" wedding scene, until I start wondering where the theater audience is sitting to see this set piece. Did they stage it with mirrors? Are they watching through the windows? What brings me back into the scene? The singing priest, of course.

If I had my own cover band, we we totally play "Gonna Always Love You." This has been true since high school.

(because, really, this is more helpful than what I'd already drafted)

However, as it is written: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love hiim."
1 Corinthians 2:9

first jar of queso for 2011 (in my defense, I've been out of town)

Today I impulse purchased "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" off itunes because it was on discount and I sometimes need Lee Pace playing the piano, questionable British dialect or not.

Today is Meredith's wedding anniversary, so naturally I tried on my bridesmaid dress to see if it still fit. It does, so way to go, walking! Way to beat back my other, less healthy life choices [see above].

Today (because now I have a theme) I spent all day in my pajamas, though I did switch pairs midway through the day. Clearly, adulthood is right there. Really though, I don't need to be in real clothes to unpack my luggage and try to find homes for the eighteen books that traveled south with me. (*18*?! I have a problem.)