There was no need to cook that entire box of pasta, self.

So much elbow macaroni. So, so much.


It feels strange to be home on Halloween - no rehearsal, no performance, no party. All the rain this morning certainly took the "let's do stuff!" out of me, so I'm not complaining. It's just been a long time. I haven't had any kiddos drop by, though perhaps they prefer the residential streets west of us over wandering the complex. Stay away kids, I have no candy to pass out. (Talk to me this time tomorrow, though...)

So, uh, Doctor Who, Royals, and pretending I'm not here if the children pop 'round? Sweet.

If TCM On Demand would work once more...

I don't know who in the programming department decided to follow-up "Freaks" with a Mickey Mouse cartoon, but, whoever you are, we should definitely hang out.


Things I Should Do Tomorrow:
* enjoy that I don't have to work
* clean my disaster of a kitchen
* put away laundry more than folding it and leaving it on a chair
* bake a casserole or two ahead of the full rehearsal week

Things I Will Actually Do Tomorrow
* probably just that first one

even in Australia

I don't have anything to post, but I've posted the last few days in a row and I don't feel like breaking the chain yet. (This sort of feeling will lose weight the further I get into rehearsal). That never stopped me in college, though, so here we are together.

Um, both my hair and nails are currently short. (As am I, for that matter, but that's not new.)

I mean, I sometimes *don't* want to deal, but that's not the point.

Things I am still working on: conveying that we may have an issue adding additional [scenery / props / costumes] without coming across like a grouchy child that doesn't want to deal.

In other news, I'm apparently drafting scene shift paperwork two weeks early, starting tomorrow. Oh boy!

pretend for a moment that you know how to 'adult'

I'm trying to play this game called "Work With Me Here" where both participants in a single email conversation chain answer all questions posed back and forth, with detail, rather than only answering one item with the barest of replies. (It's not even the least you can do - the least you could do would be to give a vague non-answer answer to all questions, not one sort of vague answer to one question.)

Why are you making emails feel like pulling teeth - especially as if I'm pulling my own, like I'm trying to extract information from a source that is actively fighting me the whole way.


[I am tired of adulting today. I'm going back to taping floors for rehearsal because the floor doesn't refuse to do its side of the process.]

How do you write that? / I pull out a keyboard and go to Word...

This is such a sarcastic group of people, so at least it's going to be a quotable time turning this one-act into a full-length.

I have no milk left, but it's twenty til eleven and nothing that will change tonight. Time to eat ice cream instead!

Just watched a scary film, at night, alone in my apartment because sometimes it's like I don't remember who I am and how I react to things.

I like you, Signs, and your score is beautiful, but you're a creepy frakking movie, no matter how many times I've seen you.

I did not go into that short sentence intending to use four commas.

(Sorry. I have nothing else.)

I pulled something in my shoulder while changing a lightbulb, so that bodes well for the day.

By the way everyone's been talking about the weather, we're all about to be washed away by a tremendous wall of water. (We'll see.) If nothing else, I'll take it as an excuse to stay inside and do things around the apartment ... y'know, like I really want to do anyway on a Saturday when I don't have to be anywhere official.

Might wish I'd gone ahead and picked up another gallon of milk yesterday, if the monsoon ever does start.

Christmas rehearsals start Monday. Halloween is Saturday. Theater timelines are weird.

October = the St. Luke's pumpkin patch, Christmas decorations going up way early in Highland Village, and me talking about baseball

It's weird that this time last year I would've been cheering for the Royals vs. [whoever] rather than today, when I was actively rooting for their ... not destruction, but definitely inability to cash in on momentum. Might be even weirder that the Astros are in the postseason [end of sentence], but maybe not.

Not gonna lie, though, I'm excited that there will be a game four because it means I'm gonna be at a postseason baseball game next week.

When this show closes, I'll stop putting splinters in my fingers from checking the stabbed side of the tabletop.

My job is weird.

I helped someone move this week (twice, sort of), so all I want to do is sit on my couch with a heating pad and watch foreign films I have in from the library. BUT! It's so beautiful out, in the way the top of autumn is extra welcome in Houston after the months and months (and months and...) of summer humidity, and for the first time in forever you *want* to sit in the sun.