update?

So this week was hellacious. By that, I mean, I walked about in the pouring rain Tuesday night after having a near breakdown. and that's when I said to myself myself, "Self, you are going to chill out. Take a chill pill, kick back, relax...or at least don't act like everything is life or death. Because, guess what... If things are messed up, it's not your fault... and even if they are your fault, it's not on purpose."

Now, that doesn't mean I'm not going to try my damndest (hello, I am Type A and grew up in the Bay Area), but I'm going to take a note from my more chill  Northern California counterparts. I may be in New York, but this whole "moving a mile a minute, holy shit, we're all going to fail because I didn't turn in that one piece of paper on time" mentality just ain't gonna fly. I can't handle that.

Because that is insane.

So I've been leaving the office before 8. That's still about 10 hours a day, but at least I'm leaving at a somewhat reasonable hour. And I'm eating lunch. And I'm cutting back on coffee. And listening to NPR again. And in general TRYING to not be completely insane. It's sort of working, but in my defense it hasn't even been a week.

And then last night I went and saw HAIR again, with a friend. It was awesome because she hadn't even heard the music before I dragged her butt to the show. It's closing sunday night, and while the new cast doesn't hold a candle to the original revival (oxymoron, much) cast, there are a few members who are pretty damn good.  I cried, like I always do, but it was nothing compared to when I saw it last time.   I love that show, for all of it's flaws, and just want to dramaturge the hell out of that thing.

(edit: Once again, I got hippies all up in my grill. Awesome)


This morning, in my continued attempt to achieve a state of peace despite my near manic mind, I went to yoga. Now I thought it would be the "ahhhh, chill out and achieve nirvana" yoga. No. It was the "owwwww,  have the nirvana beaten into you" style of yoga. But it was awesome. For once my mind only slightly wandered back to theatre, and instead I was too focused on the fact that I evidently hold all my stress in my hips, lower back, and shoulders... and that I have the flexibility of an 80 year old.

And nothing will end my day (what? it's only noon!) like a giant street fair outside my window and the US v Ghana game that I'm going to watch.

And just so everyone else can chill out, here's some super mellow tunes.


PS Cross your fingers I get my camera back tomorrow (ahem, Forrest, if you're reading this!)

This week (already), oy vey

Still don't have my camera. It's been taken hostage by Forrest... or at least his apartment has taken it hostage. I was supposed to get it back friday night but no dice. On friday, however, I did skip out of work early (does it count as early if you've been there for 8 1/2 hours?) to see Much Ado About Nothing- which a bunch of the MND cast was in.

It was pretty good, no lie. Much Ado is one of my least favorite Shakespeares, so keeping me relatively entertained throughout the play is quite an accomplishment. After that we went to ye olde Irish Rogue. Fun Fact: Tuesday through Sunday after 11 pm, you are guaranteed to find at least 75% of the people there being theatre folk getting their booze on.

It was fun, hung out for a few hours then made my way home. I did, however, manage to lose my glasses. I've had them for two years and absolutely loved them :( All because I was wearing a mask and the glasses fell out of my pockets. I'm going to go by after work tomorrow and see if they found them, because lord knows I hate wearing contacts all the time. They give me a headache.

Other than that, I have done absolutely nothing. And that's the way I like it. I'm so tired that I feel like I'm back in school and it's that week after a show has closed/finals and you just feel completely dead.

So I'm just going to chill here, watch East of Eden and wait for the next World Cup game.

When it rains, it pours.  And today it was a downpour of Biblical proportions.
The cherry on top of the pos day was when the Scientologists outside of our office berated me for 5 minutes about how stress was destroying my life.
a) I live in New York.
b) I work in theatre
c) I am a control freak.
Of course I'm stressed. And reading your stupid book and trying to cleanse myself of Thetans is going to do jack to help my stress. You know what helps more? Yoga.
And a lobotomy.

And being stuck on the 46th floor of an empty building at 10:30 at night? So not fun. More like the start of a zombie horror film.
*
I'd like to thing I'd survive.

So before I go, here's a song that makes me not want to carpet bomb the world.



*I totally did not take that photo yesterday.

I would update you on my weekend, but I left my camera in Brooklyn.

Suffice to say it consisted of rain, being barefoot in the park, kittens, world cup football, and champagne.
It was really fun, to say the least.


And I really want my camera back.

Dude, I wish.

I need to write more.
Someday...

It's hot. According to thefuckingweather.com (no really, that's the site), it's fucking nice out. Thefuckingweather.com lies. Lieeeeesssssss.

It's humid and gross and my shoebox of a room has decided to hoard heat like the sun's going out of style. Thankfully, I figured out how to make the air conditioning box-thing work slightly more efficiently. Rather than just pushing room-temperature air about the room lackadaisically, it now does so at a slightly chillier rate.

I also pulled my mattress off the loft and am no sleeping with it half against the wall and half on the floor because my ikea Lack tables take up too much space.

And to continue on this complaint spree, it's loud, I can't find my earplugs and I want my mommy the humidity is kicking my ass.

I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
On the bright side, I managed to combine 3 scenes into 1 badass mofo for my play.  I also ate vegan coconut sorbet, which was magical. Little victories, otherwise I'll go insane.