i’ve been sitting here quietly typing and typing and typing because i’ve had a lot to say and then i hit “post/edit” at the top of my screen and then POOF the entire thing was GONE.
WHERE DID IT GO?
there is no way i can possibly recall all the VERY VERY IMPORTANT STUFF i wanted to mention.
rehearsal tonight wasn’t so good. once again i COULD NOT REMEMBER MY LINES; this was a different sketch than the one last week when i was hungry. this time i was TOO WARM which is of course a horrible excuse, or actually it’s no excuse at all. i don’t know what was wrong with me. i’ll do better tomorrow night. OR HEADS WILL ROLL.
jason and i are in this sketch, and mac warren was there to give us lines (which i desperately needed) and to make some good suggestions. but at the end he said i could try to have some levels not just that “really high voice.”
i thought my voice was very low sometimes. clearly, it sounded like that only inside my head. to everybody else it certainly sounded like the usual squeak.
this is like when i had to sing when auditioning for a play and when i was done the vocal director said “now sing it in your real voice.”
THAT IS MY REAL VOICE.
mollie the dog is sleeping on the couch across from me. my life has become a neverending rush of packing and unpacking boxes and sorting things out and throwing them away. when i came home from rehearsal mollie and i took a short walk, and she was thrilled, and then i gave her a treat, and she was thrilled, and then i organized my shoes and got rid of SIX PAIRS which i was thrilled about and mollie was lying in the hall gnawing at an empty plastic sack that had contained sausages.
and now she’s sleeping again and all is perfect in her world.
a dog’s life, not bad as long as you’re mollie.
wouldn’t it be weird to be a dog, you never know what’s going to happen next? we take mollie with us whenever we can, and she’s always CRAZY to get in the car, and she has no idea where we’re going or what we’ll do when we get there. sometimes she gets to visit amy and jim’s dogs, noodle and numi and shadow, and sometimes she has to sit in the car when we’re in the store. when we get back to the car she’s always ECSTATIC because we didn’t abandon her after all and she doesn’t have to figure out how to turn on the car and drive away on her own.
before rehearsal tonight mac warren and mary were talking about quirks they have. mary doesn’t like water, like washing dishes, and mac always buys two of everything when his wife sends him out for stuff. like he’ll buy two cans of tuna and two packages of macaroni and cheese. i thought it was interesting, first of all, that his wife sends him out for things. it never occurs to me to send anybody out for anything. plus i like going and getting things myself, usually. but then again, i’m not married. yet. maybe when i’m married i’ll want to send kevin out for macaroni and cheese.
except we already have it in the cupboard. we have pretty much EVERYTHING, and at least two of everything.
mac and mary asked me what my quirks are and i couldn’t think of anything specific. i think maybe the thing is that i’m sort of filled with oddness, so there’s nothing in particular that sticks out. i obsess about trying to lose weight, but don’t all women do that? all females who have left the womb, anyway. on a talk show the other day these women were going on about how now seven year-old girls are obsessing about their weight. soon, the first words out of a baby girl’s mouth will be “do these diapers make me look fat?”
i bought this beauty product at the store about three months ago, it’s supposed to make me look YEARS YOUNGER and LESS TIRED. tonight i finally dragged it out and was thinking about using it, but i read all the directions and decided i’m too tired to try to not look tired.
maybe tomorrow night. if i’m not sorting shoes or something.
did i mention we’re having a garage sale on saturday? hmm, how’s that going to come together?
i can’t worry about it right now.
tomorrow, tomorrow…
ok already,
nearing the end of june grace.