I always bitch and moan about my physique, which is not super-model-ish at all. But honestly, that pizza and cake that I had this afternoon is the reason why. I don't feel discouraged, or disgusted, or even guilty about ingesting this good-tasting but not entirely good-for-you food... it was damned good. Why ruin it with negative feelings?
Work has been insanely busy, but now that we are actually in the current run, it's slowed down almost to a halt. I feel insanely guilty about having more than a couple of hours of free time to myself today. I've only worked 5 hours today, but after the freakshow that was last week, I'm not volunteering to find extra work outside of the production schedule.
I've psyched myself out, speaking of work. Aside from being Stage Manager, I'm also running sound. It's my first time. And it's a simple job, but I've fucked it up every time. Doesn't this sound simple? At time: 3:34 I'm to fade out, cue track 2, hit Play, and then fade back up to 10. That's it!!! Each and every time though, I either hit play twice, causing it to pause and miss the bloody cue entirely, hit the wrong track, or turn it up too loud. Of course, everybody laughs at me now, and we're all waiting to see if I've made the cue correctly. That makes it worse, so that by the time I have to hit it, I'm a jittery wreck... and all over something so simple! It makes me laugh though, too, and I got it right for the matinee performance today.
It's Kole's 9th birthday on Friday. Nine years, my god. Her birthday list included Mr Sketch markers (that are scented), a rock shirt, new jeans and money. Her Christmas list includes a guitar, Pirhanna Panic boardgame, and ice skates. Does anyone else notice that these lists are growing less and less childish? Next thing you know, she's going to ask for a car. I'm feeling old, friends. Feeling old.
But I'm not. One of the actors in the show, with whom I've worked with before several years ago, got around to asking how old I was. I grinned, and told him, and he told me that he thought that I was about 24. Hahaha.
My real Christmas wish list includes "Son of a Witch" by Gregory Maguire, "Valhalla" by Danny Michel, a dark red hat and scarf set that fits my big head, and is loooong enough. All the scarves that I've seen lately are too short for my liking. Oh, and socks would be good, too.
Of course, I wish for peace, happiness and a pile of money, but I'll take a safe and happy holiday spent with friends and family. I'll wish it for you, too.