I had a fever, most of the day. I worked out anyway. And drank so much emergen-c. Flu? Possibly. I tend to ignore sickness. It's a waste of time. I also made my show reports from Machinal ten times prettier and discovered this website: Stage Management Humour. They're absolutely hilarious, and so many of them are things that would show up in my reports, especially this one: "DSM splashed hot tea in her face during the interval, and called the second half of the show with an ice pack on her face. " Story of my life.
Today
I fully intend to watch Amélie. It's probably one of my most-watched DVDs and it's not even in English. Although, also craving some Alan Partridge. Mostly, I'm proud of myself for taking a break from Miss Julie...and concentrating on preparing my materials for the stage management fellowship. If there ever comes a day where there's no work to do, I'll probably lose my mind, officially. The wind outside makes me feel like I'm back in Rhody, except it's not all coming in my window.
Tomorrow
Is the second to last day of 2009. Coming to terms with that. What an intense year. So amazing, and so horrible, and nothing inbetween: That year was made for me.
I should probably go on an adventure.
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