Practical applications    2007-05-09 19:25:11 ET
hot tea + ice cream + mouthfull of fillings = bad day

     2007-05-08 01:07:15 ET
So I decided yesterday that I was going to quit procrastinating and actually DO some of the stuff I normally put off (i.e. everything). One productive afternoon later, and my guts hurt like a sumbitch. There's a lesson to be learned here, kids.

I'm probably going to call in sick tomorrow, but here's the problem. Tomorrow is the day we pull books that don't sell and send them back to the publisher. As someone who spends an unholy amount of time trying to squeeze as many books onto a shelf as possible (without the benefit of a shoehorn and Crisco), there is something amazingly cathartic about REMOVING books, preferably many at one time. I suppose I should feel a little guilty about making books less available, but it's not like the public has been leaping at the chance to buy that copy of "Nice Girls Don't Get the Corner Office" that's been obstructing my shelves for the last month. Anyway, it looks like I'll have to miss that rare joy, and I'm genuinely unhappy about it. Stoopid sick days.

 Pictures of Lilly    2007-05-05 20:38:59 ET
I'm kinda crushing on Anny Ondra right now.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/af/BlackmailStill.jpg

Too bad she's been dead for 20 years.

 I didn't cheat or nothin'    2007-04-29 17:51:43 ET
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     2007-04-24 19:02:29 ET
So I come home from work today with an explosive headache, like I must have a malevolent toad or small dwarf living inside my head and kicking at the walls. I decide to sleep it off, which is no mean feat, considering sleep requires a degree of relaxation that my head was reluctant to accommodate. Then the dreams started . . .

It's not fare to call them nightmares, even though they were weird and disturbing. No one in the dreams was harmed or even especially frightened; just seriously inconvenienced. It was another show dream, of the type where I find myself about to go out on stage but I'm grossly unprepared. Except in this one I had family in the audience who flew in from out of state. Also I was apparently playing a drag queen in a chicken suit. And all the lights were off backstage.

Bad times.
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