Back in New York City. The plane was delayed by an hour and a half because of mechanical problems. Always something you want to hear 15 minutes after you've taken a pm decongestant and 2 dramamine. At least if the plane had crashed, I would have been unconscious.

I'm also glad to say that the weather here is in the 60s/70s with rain, while in the Bay Area it's supposed to hit 103. I hate anything above 90, I swear to God.

As soon as I got in, I fell asleep for 4 hours. Then ran to the grocery store, and now I have every intention of sitting on my butt and nursing the cold that I still have.
But here are a few photos from back the vacation.

Hiatus of epic proportions has come to an end. My goal is to blog on a somewhat regular basis.

I think my mind melted from 6 months of work and I needed to become a temporary neo-luddite. See, I'm still learning about this thing called "boundaries" and not surpassing them. I tend to throw myself into things 110%, burn out, and then feel like my brain is some vast waste land that is completely incapable of functioning on a level above "eat, breathe, sleep."

But I'm better now. I've been writing. I went camping for a week, have been home for another 2 1/2 weeks. It was good to get away from New York for a bit. I thought I hated New York in the winters, but that was before I met New York summer. I'll welcome snow flurries and slushy conditions from this point on.

You may wonder why I'm writing at 4 am. No, my plane flight isn't until 11:15 pm tonight. I just can't sleep. I've come down with a head cold (read: I'm going to die a painful death upon descent into JFK). That coupled with the general anxiety of flying back to New York, school starting, and all the other various things I need to do has resulted in me sitting around watching Gypsy and trying to breathe through my left nostril. But, whatever.

I write like
David Foster Wallace

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Better go start reading Infinite Jest, then. 

Oh and, we all knew it would happen... BLOODY BLOODY is going to Broadway in September!

Sitting backstage at the theatre. I've had my set change and my roommate is sitting in the audience. Now what? Today has been mayhem. Scheduling SNAFU and the fact that the cat I'm housesitting for is sick. Insanity.

12 days until I get to go home. I know I've been horrible at updating this, but spending 6 hours manning the computers- watching like a hawk to make sure the shit doesn't hit the fan, and then going to the show has made it next to impossible for me to think about anything interesting to write, let alone to actually sit down and write it.

Oh, but I will write about how there's a horrible horrible musical playing in the theatre next to us. It sounds like a cat is being skinned alive, then slammed against the drums while the bassist slams his head into the amp with glee. That's what it sounds like. HORRIBLE. And we can hear it. The sound bleeds over into our theatre and makes us sound atrocious by association. Not cool, dawg. Not cool.


Anyway, I can't wait to go home. I'm going to make a list of what I want to do and when I want to do them. Maybe I'll post it. Who knows.

These photos sum up my past week.
And I've noticed that my "I'm concentrating face" consists of me looking like a fish.




Why yes. Yes, I do look exhausted (and sick as a dog).

I just slept for 8 hours, for the first time in over a week. I've been running on 4 hours and loads of caffeine.

At one point, I ended up just staring at the set for a good 5 minutes. The Set Designer then said, "you should really just start mainlining caffeine." Thanks.

I didn't even stay out late last night. I had 1/2 a drink, then was so exhausted that I got a cab ride home and was asleep before midnight. I feel worse than I did yesterday. I guess that's how you know you're tired...
I do have pictures, I'll sneak them up sometime soon. Especially if I survive both opening nights!