Day off

Sundays are days off for the company I'm working with (for those of you doing the math, yes, that means that I am working 6 days a week. No, I would prefer if you did not send me an email with the amount that I am earning per hour. Thank you.), so I got some stuff done (laundry, groceries, memorizing act one), and dicked around Jamaica Plain.

Steph arrived back from Ireland yesterday after a horrendous travel day from Heathrow where they've been cracking down on terrorism by making crying women check their teddy-bears that they've owned for 33 years. Boy, I feel safer already. It seems that the fucknuts who run the world never, ever realize that the harder you try to wipe out chaos, the stronger it comes back. I wish Steph had a blog so she could tell you the story, cause it is a doozy, but you'll just have to ask her when you see her, cause I don't have the energy.

I mostly walked around the neighborhood, worrying that I wasn't going to get along with my fellow cast members (not because they're jerks, or anything. They seem lovely. It's just because I know, in my heart of hearts, that I'm a total freak/dick and it's only a matter of time before they figure it out, too. Yeah, I know it's stupid. I just have to ride it out.), and being lonely. A small walk around Jamaica Pond made the day a little lighter, and after I get done with this post I'm going to watch "Me and You and Everyone We Know" which should brighten my day.

I'll be much happier if I can just get working again. It's tough, but it beats knocking around in a city I don't know.