Friday the 13th

I have to tell you right off…the brain juice that I have available for an informative post is minimal. I’m dead on my feet. in my chair.

Last night, rehearsal was a train wreck. I’ll go more into details this weekend…We open a week from tonight. At this point, I’m worried about my scene partner. I think she’s just so scared. Downright scared. And when she’s at ease, she’s fine. When she isn’t, she forgets, she jumps, she’s all over the place. I just have no trust in her at this point. I’m going to walk in faith, and think that over the next 5 rehearsals, this will all come together. . . but I was in serious BLEAGH when I got home last night.

My bright spot?

Oh Dr. Ross….Oh DOCTOR ROSS. and that last scene? with the bare skin spooning in the bed? I almost packed my house up at midnight and moved to Seattle IMMEDIATLY. It was a delicious episode that made me long for the olden days. I’d like to buy a few seasons of that show, now…or have a machine that I can watch eps on Hulu…someday.

I get facetime with Gert tomorrow. Words cannot express how excited I am for that. On a sad note, our high school friend Darci, lost her daddy this week. The funeral is this morning but I have appointments that I couldn’t move. Losing our parents…too young. way too young.

I have more to say, but little time. I will make mental notes and get back to you. I hope you Normals, have a fabulous Friday the 13th!