It's deliberate, though. I had a comp to see a friend's new one man show, and I have been very excited about it, but I'm getting very nervous about
Reckless lines and a few cast members basically demanded that I stay home and work them, so I cancelled my reservation and I don't know if I'll get a chance to see it now.
Happily, it was the right choice: I mean, I've been sick, and I still have this icky, hurty cough, and I've had a pretty productive evening. But the adage is true: you can't work on lines for more than 90 minutes before you melt down. So...
I played "shoot the rubber band" with Poky.
I watched some of the Heath Care debate live from the House Floor. The Republicans are just ridiculous.
I listened to my downstairs neighbors having sex and remarked to myself that it's a slightly less annoying sound now that I'm sexually active again (only slightly less annoying though, and I was annoyed afresh when they started up a second time). Seriously, who the fuck has headboards anymore? This is a cool LOFT building, not a Super 8 or your Grandma's guest room.
I took like a 20 minute shower, which I never do. I pay for my hot water!
I searched between the floorboards for another Clonazpam, since I only have one left and the pharmacy will be closed tomorrow when I'm done with work so I'll be OUT of my klon-klon for a night (terrifying). I took a couple Valerian root capsules. Do those even WORK?
I went back to the lines. Craig Lucas must have had enormous faith in whomever he wrote this role for (actually I think it's semi-autobiographical, at least in a dream-logic kind of way). And I thought
Blackbird was hard. At least in
Blackbird if I went up I could just pause and glare at Bates. Here we gotta keep thing rolling.
I did NOT watch a movie, or even one single
Arrested Development episode. I'm being good.