Humans are so adaptable. After being a lazy good-for-nothing, I have whipped myself into a productive, on-the-go, creative machine. I've gotten used to eating every meal in my car or at my desk at work. I spend lunchtime running errands. Today it was Hancock for frogs, then two costume shops looking for 4 identical blue wigs. I had to settle for ( Read more... )

Spending the day remaking a shitty, falling apart Halloween costume into a cool, creepy-yet-jazzy, 1830s ghost-of-a-gentleman garb. That was way too many adjectives.

I'm teaching my left foot to control the pedal in my sewing machine, as all the tendons in my right foot ache constantly.

A beer might be nice later.

Had a very successful lunch running errands. Tryon Hills Beauty Supply was a goldmine. Found snoods, 6 matching scarves for the Chimney Sweeps, some turbans to practice making 1810 hats, and a XXL white long-sleeve t-shirt to turn into the French Sailor shirt. At Lowes I got white spray paint (to put "flour" spots on the Baker's apron) and black ( Read more... )

It's not the children I have problems with, it's the parents. Kids ask innocent questions and their parents yell at them. Then the parent asks a completely inane question and I'm supposed to answer placidly.

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He's only been gone for (less than) 24 hours and I'm already being depressed and silly. I've sent him two sappy emails and later wrote a mean letter which I immediately deleted. I've got to get through 14 more nights without him. Pathetic. I'm reverting to those things which kept me happy before we got together: beer, shopping, vibrator ( Read more... )

Sad after rehearsal last night, feel useless and depressed. This IS what I want to be doing, yet I feel like I'm so shitty at it ( Read more... )

One of the tricky parts of working in theatre is that you must be able to replicate any time or place, using only (for the most part) the goods and services available in your city. I'm presently attempting to make an average-sized man appear to be very very tall. His platform boots from years prior have disappeared, so it's up to me to find ( Read more... )

If my memory serves me correctly, their names were (excuse the spelling): Morton Harken (vocals), Magne “Mags” Furuholem (keyboard), and Pal Waaktar (guitar). They made up the band a-ha, and besides being the object of my obsession when I was about 12 years old, they were in my dream last night. I think we were at a Halloween party, and I was ( Read more... )

Just got home, and was accosted by Mormans as I got out of the car (bad timing.) Lock your doors, they're on the prowl! I wonder how many Mormans get murdered inside the privacy of sinners' homes every year?