Rehearsals for Bride of the Monster start tomorrow night. Auditions last night really made me aware of how draining this whole process is going to be. Rehearsal until 9:30pm and getting up at 5am the next day will certainly be rough. The excitement for this thing has faded, but now I feel like I'm at a point where I can focus, and give it the attention it will need. Because, really, when it gets right down to it, even though Nick likes to say that it's our play, it's really for him, and I'd hate for it to turn out poorly, especially as I probably have more responsibility for this show than for any other show I've ever done ever. I think I can handle it. *fingers crossed*
Payday is this week. I'm hoping to pay all the rest of my bills for the month by the end of the week, and then I'll see where I'm sitting in my savings account. With luck, in another two weeks I'll have the money I'll need to cover my half of the camera - I have pretty much decided on a Nikon D-80, and now I just need to shop around and stuff.
Nick's going to start working at the same place I've been at since January - he'll be in a different department, thankfully, otherwise I'd probably have to eventually tear his throat out (the work situation is a bit tense at the moment), but we'll have the same work schedule, which will be pretty convenient for the both of us. No more driving half an hour to work six days a week for him.
We found out last night that our former professor, who just beat cancer, had a stroke last week. It's strange, because last week I was reading some of my old journal posts, and I came across the entry I made when I learned that she'd been diagnosed with cancer - it was only a year ago, actually. It was crushing then, but now I feel sort of numb. It's hard for me to imagine that she won't just kick this thing's ass the same way she did with that tumor between her lungs. Perhaps it's because my ex husband also had a stroke just before we were married, and I don't recall it affecting him very much, except that his left arm hurt a lot, which made being a massage therapist rather difficult, of course.
I haven't been able to be very active on SG lately, and it bums me out a little. I feel like I'm missing out on the cool threads in Silliness, and that I'm missing the awesome news in the lives of some of the people I've grown to love the most. It almost makes me wish I could subscribe to blogs and just get a little alert on my profile when some of my favorite people update.
I'm tired, and feeling a bit melancholy. But it's almost bedtime, and bedtime feels nice.
Even though these photos are only a year and a half old, I feel like I look so weird in them. The only thing that's changed is my hair!! I've lived too much of my life with long hair to really feel like I look like myself any other way. I'd probably have a panic attack and die if I ever cut it very very short.
Payday is this week. I'm hoping to pay all the rest of my bills for the month by the end of the week, and then I'll see where I'm sitting in my savings account. With luck, in another two weeks I'll have the money I'll need to cover my half of the camera - I have pretty much decided on a Nikon D-80, and now I just need to shop around and stuff.
Nick's going to start working at the same place I've been at since January - he'll be in a different department, thankfully, otherwise I'd probably have to eventually tear his throat out (the work situation is a bit tense at the moment), but we'll have the same work schedule, which will be pretty convenient for the both of us. No more driving half an hour to work six days a week for him.
We found out last night that our former professor, who just beat cancer, had a stroke last week. It's strange, because last week I was reading some of my old journal posts, and I came across the entry I made when I learned that she'd been diagnosed with cancer - it was only a year ago, actually. It was crushing then, but now I feel sort of numb. It's hard for me to imagine that she won't just kick this thing's ass the same way she did with that tumor between her lungs. Perhaps it's because my ex husband also had a stroke just before we were married, and I don't recall it affecting him very much, except that his left arm hurt a lot, which made being a massage therapist rather difficult, of course.
I haven't been able to be very active on SG lately, and it bums me out a little. I feel like I'm missing out on the cool threads in Silliness, and that I'm missing the awesome news in the lives of some of the people I've grown to love the most. It almost makes me wish I could subscribe to blogs and just get a little alert on my profile when some of my favorite people update.
I'm tired, and feeling a bit melancholy. But it's almost bedtime, and bedtime feels nice.
Even though these photos are only a year and a half old, I feel like I look so weird in them. The only thing that's changed is my hair!! I've lived too much of my life with long hair to really feel like I look like myself any other way. I'd probably have a panic attack and die if I ever cut it very very short.
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Best of luck.