christine is in LA right now, at jerri and brendan’s fabulous place across from the staples center. i haven’t heard from her, so i’m sorry to say that i can’t give you a supermodel report.
i just checked my e-mail and i haven’t heard from anybody at all in the past few hours since i went to sleep.
is nobody else wide awake right now? i know there are plenty of wide awake people all over the place, but they’re just not writing to me.
i did get at least three or so good hours of sleep, drug-free, but then BOINK went my eyes (the sound of my eyes opening really quickly), and there i was, wide awake. i finally got out of bed and took a half an antihistamine, and it’s been about 15 minutes now and i’m feeling like i should get up and clean the bedroom or something.
rehearsal wasn’t so bad, really. much improved. first there was the tv commercial, which went ok. if you’re dying to see it, i don’t know when it’s going to be on. WICS, i assume sometime next week. maybe i’ll see it when i’m giving massages at the hospital. luckily nobody would recognize me, at least not the people getting the massages.
of course, my inclination would be to say HEY, THERE I AM ON TV! that would be funny, but i won’t do it.
we started with act two, because the set was turned that way. it went ok, except for the times when we just totally forgot what to say. not too bad, though. then the set was turned around and we did act one, and it wasn’t so great, and it took an hour, and we’ve done it in 45 minutes before. how were we so slow? once again, the times of just standing there not saying anything at all.
i was tired and hungry after all that, and it was after ten o’clock. my stomach started growling. bridget said she thought she had some peanuts, but i found an energy bar in my purse and wolfed it down. right before i was about to begin act three, she appeared with a BAG OF CHOCOLATES which was a spectacular way to begin the final act.
which wasn’t so bad; we did it in 28 minutes, which is the length it should be, and we pretty much said many of the correct lines in the correct places.
my shoes are too loud. i don’t know what i’m supposed to put on the bottom of them to make them less loud, and i tried to not CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP so much, but there were many times, especially during the second act when i was late, that i had to rush up and down the stairs, and it was hard to try to be quiet while hurrying.
amy curled my hair and it looked great for about 15 minutes. then it sort of fell, which is to be expected with ultra-fine hair like mine.
5:02 a.m. right now. sleep? anyone?
i’m looking forward to the weekend. sleeping in. getting some laundry done.
one night at rehearsal jim hepworth said something about what an exciting life i’ve led.
yep, sleeping late and doing laundry. doesn’t get much more thrilling than that.
ok then,
firday morning grace, and i guess i could get up now if i really wanted to and work out or do something productive since i FEEL wide awake, but i would probably deeply DEEPLY regret this in a few hours.