I redeemed myself in my own eyes yesterday by completing all of the major set painting I needed to do, and four days before opening night. I know this isn't exactly a theatrical record, but I finished the center logo in less than half an hour. It helps when the director loves you, and when no-one else wants to paint. Must remember to take digital camera and post images.
In other news, I woke up with the most hideous charlie horse (where does THAT term come from, I mean really: who the hell is Charlie and what he %#$# is his horse doing just below my left elbow on the outside of my arm??!) which of course is killing me with typing. I need a banana, which oh-so-elegantly segues into my next news item: I'm still on that godsforsaken diet. I've discovered chili powder, and had a major dollop with my morning eggs. I've found that his miracle powder, when combined with habanero sauce, really clears out the sinus cavity in a disturbingly cumulative way. Next item, I chopped my hair off to chin length yesterday morning, and in true idiot fashion, am embarking on my typical "I haven't the slightest clue how to make my 'do work" panic for two days. Tomorrow maybe I'll get up early and take an iron to it, or perhaps the clippers. Sinead is so 15 years ago, but I really have the urge to just start all over.
The Man is away or a week entire, and I'm worried about my darling. He was just sick and all this stress can't be good for his constitution. And the silly boy won't tell me when he isn't feeling well. FEH.
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