SOOOOOOOOOO.
I know I should be getting to bed when my eyes start feeling dry. Which they do now. But the thing is, my bed? Completely uncomfortable. It has been ever since coming back from the Dominican. I guess I need a used, worn in bed that's somewhat softer than more varieties of rocks. Stef and I took a look around at mattress pricings. But I'm planning on moving before October, and the only thing which fits in my current bedroom is a twin, so I've decided to put off buying a new bed for now.
Maybe I'll try sleeping on the couch again tonight.
So Thursday night... free sneak preview of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, with a max of about 25 other people in the theatre. I must say I approved. I wasn't sure how I'd like it, but I was pleasantly surprised. And Helena Bonham Carter? I thought she was only attractive in Fight Club, but even in Charlie with the gross English teeth she was pretty hot. I just couldn't appreciate her monkey beauty in that Planet of the Apes remake, I guess. I wish my Wonderland set looked like Burton's chocolate river set. That'd be pretty killer. Sigh.
HorseHead fundraising bbq on Saturday afternoon went fairly well. It was a fun time, and I was there almost the whole day. Everyone got what we refer to as 'meatstroke', being when you go crazy having sat in the sun behind a bbq huffing meat fumes all day.
Rehearsals are coming along for Alice. We crunched our way through the whole first act tonight, and partially blocked one of the two remaining unfinished scenes. Goddamn, if everyone showed up, or at least called ahead when the couldn't make it, the show would be blocked and ready to go by now. Actors are bastards. Some fatty of a costume broad wanted me to try some shorts on tonight, but I was free-bagging so I avoided her. She caught me in the middle of doing something else, came up to me, held the shorts to my waist and went, "Hmn, yeah... I didn't THINK so.", implying I was too fat. I felt like punching her in the throat, but instead said, "HEY... in fact, I MADE those shorts and have worn them, so YEAH... I FIT."
I really didn't want that retard doing costumes, but it's a long and stupid story of how she came into it.
Saturday night, had the back-home reception of my friend Ron, who had the Dominican wedding. And I had a lot of fun there. I wish I had a friend getting married every other weekend, just so I could go to a reception. The past two I've been to for actual friends of mine have been awesome. Especially with the open-bar factor. Ahhh. I was able to have a cigar and catch up with a couple of friends I haven't seen since before the Dominican trip. And did I mention the booze was FREE?
Thank god for amourous-drunk girlfriends, mmmmhmnn.
And now I attempt a dialogue with the Buttplug between her many distractions. Ugh, why do I bother?
I know I should be getting to bed when my eyes start feeling dry. Which they do now. But the thing is, my bed? Completely uncomfortable. It has been ever since coming back from the Dominican. I guess I need a used, worn in bed that's somewhat softer than more varieties of rocks. Stef and I took a look around at mattress pricings. But I'm planning on moving before October, and the only thing which fits in my current bedroom is a twin, so I've decided to put off buying a new bed for now.
Maybe I'll try sleeping on the couch again tonight.
So Thursday night... free sneak preview of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, with a max of about 25 other people in the theatre. I must say I approved. I wasn't sure how I'd like it, but I was pleasantly surprised. And Helena Bonham Carter? I thought she was only attractive in Fight Club, but even in Charlie with the gross English teeth she was pretty hot. I just couldn't appreciate her monkey beauty in that Planet of the Apes remake, I guess. I wish my Wonderland set looked like Burton's chocolate river set. That'd be pretty killer. Sigh.
HorseHead fundraising bbq on Saturday afternoon went fairly well. It was a fun time, and I was there almost the whole day. Everyone got what we refer to as 'meatstroke', being when you go crazy having sat in the sun behind a bbq huffing meat fumes all day.
Rehearsals are coming along for Alice. We crunched our way through the whole first act tonight, and partially blocked one of the two remaining unfinished scenes. Goddamn, if everyone showed up, or at least called ahead when the couldn't make it, the show would be blocked and ready to go by now. Actors are bastards. Some fatty of a costume broad wanted me to try some shorts on tonight, but I was free-bagging so I avoided her. She caught me in the middle of doing something else, came up to me, held the shorts to my waist and went, "Hmn, yeah... I didn't THINK so.", implying I was too fat. I felt like punching her in the throat, but instead said, "HEY... in fact, I MADE those shorts and have worn them, so YEAH... I FIT."
I really didn't want that retard doing costumes, but it's a long and stupid story of how she came into it.
Saturday night, had the back-home reception of my friend Ron, who had the Dominican wedding. And I had a lot of fun there. I wish I had a friend getting married every other weekend, just so I could go to a reception. The past two I've been to for actual friends of mine have been awesome. Especially with the open-bar factor. Ahhh. I was able to have a cigar and catch up with a couple of friends I haven't seen since before the Dominican trip. And did I mention the booze was FREE?
Thank god for amourous-drunk girlfriends, mmmmhmnn.
And now I attempt a dialogue with the Buttplug between her many distractions. Ugh, why do I bother?