Writing writing writing writing . . . Who knew I could say the same thing so many different ways?

Yesterday I received two wonderful compliments. The first was from my gynecologist.

Your cervix looks good!

Just what a girl wants to hear.

The second came from lbangs' iPhone application for Amazon. You take a picture of something you want to find and send it to the site using the app. It will then email you with a link to the item you photographed. ( Read more... )

After feeling bizarre most of my workday yesterday, I came home a little sleepy but determined. If you know me at all, you know I live in The World the Dustpan Forgot. Tidiness is not my thing, and I rarely even feel guilty about it. However, yesterday I was overcome with domesticity, albeit for a brief period of time. After walking the dog, I did ( Read more... )

It appears the Inderal (my migraine preventative) is causing the dreams. It occurred to me I should investigate these symptoms (the vivid dreams, sleepiness, moodiness, etc.), and here it is in black and white. Who knew a blood-pressure medicine could cause dreams? For those not interested in following the link, here's one section of the side ( Read more... )

This week just felt surreal. I had a migraine for part of it, but other than that, the flow of time just felt . . . off. Saturday came quicker than I expected, which is definitely not a complaint. I'm happy to bask in its glow now that it has arrived.

Tonight I'm in Tink Has Left the Building at the PAC. I'm doing two monologues, and as much as I ( Read more... )

Lately I've been dreaming so much that I don't wake up feeling rested. My dreams are all the elaborate, vivid ones I generally have, but they are so strong and powerful that they interrupt my sleep. I am still out cold, however. The alarm hardly stirs me. Many mornings, lbangs has to wake me up or else I'd miss going to work. I normally love dreaming, ( Read more... )

Yesterday I stood outside in the heat wearing far too many layers for my shot at a split-second moment on film. Was I successful? We'll have to wait and see.

The film shoot for The Killer Inside Me was long, hot, and grueling, but I'm still glad I decided to participate. I showed up to the cattle call shortly before 10 a.m. with my hair in ( Read more... )

Today my boobs will be immortalized by a layer or two of plaster. That's right -- I'm lending my rack to Breast Impressions. Though the whole thing sounds like the beginning of a porno film -- go to a stranger's house, wear nothing but shorts, cover my chest in Vaseline -- I'm looking forward to doing my part any way I can. These things won't be so ( Read more... )

I indulged in what has been my first free weekend since ... April? Oy. And you know what, folks? It was divine. It was heavenly. It was downright perfect. In true lbangs and lilbrigid fashion, we filled up the days with things, but they were fun things, things we wanted to do. Our only obligation was a trip to the grocery store, and even that was fun. We did a ( Read more... )

This feels sooooooo good:


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