After a night of debauchery, most people's bodies punish them by giving them hangovers, etc. My body punishes me by waking me up at 9a.m. and not letting me get back to sleep. Every time, Body. You masochistic sonofabitch.

Now what?

"As unsuccessful Romney's campaign was, at least his team was able to make a decision about what tunes to play, which is more than can be said about Hillary Clinton's advisors. Gearing up for her campaign, Senator Clinton posted a blog on her website asking the public to help her pick a song. The exercise showed exactly what is wrong with ( Read more... )

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Last night I went over to Reid and Will's place after rehearsal. I still had my stage makeup on, which prompted Will to say (obliviously, of course), "Meg, you look pretty tonight. What happened?"

It's a customer review for The Eames Era album "Double Dutch ( Read more... )

 I am so sick of being systematically fucked in the ass by theatre.  You know how there are some people who are so involved in theatre that they can't see anything else?  And if you don't love it as much as they do, if you don't want to throw your whole hand down in the name of theatre, that sacred art, you must not really want to be there.

So yes ( Read more... )

Interesting item, especially if you're not sure on which candidate would best represent your interests:
http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/ongoing/select_a_candidate/poll.php?race_id=13 
I found it to be helpful.

And happy New Year.  I hope the celebrations were joyful.  Al and I went to a party where we didn't really know that many people ( ( Read more... )

I am at my mom's house, trying to finish up Mark Behr's silly last-minute, let's-spare-you-during-finals-and-have-it-due-AFTER-school-is-out paper, and I can't concentrate. Why? There are no sisters around. My grandparents aren't quarreling over the weather. Simply this: Poppy, my grandfather, is slowly but steadily eating his lunch in the ( Read more... )

The Cinnamon Peeler ( Read more... )

I had the realization tonight, really, truly had this realization, that I would be happy being a housewife. It couldn't just be me housebound, soccer mom, whatever, but a housewife nonetheless. I want to be able to write and act and protest what I feel is injust, and whatever else life may bring my way, but I like caring for people. I like ( Read more... )