whimper whimper whine
Aug. 31st, 2003 08:45 pmWent into work two hours ago to harvest my cells, only to find them contaminated. Again. Remind me why I'm in biology again? That, coupled with my own less-than-stellar performance at the Woodz matinee, has me generally grumpy. And so this is why I am sitting at the computer with a pint of Ben & Jerry's peanut butter cup. Comfort ice cream makes everything better.
In all fairness I probably didn't suck as badly as I thought I did in the show today. I asked
thedan if I was bad and he said I wasn't, and we're good enough friends that I trust him to tell me when I'm bad. Stupid matinee audiences.
It's very disconcerting to have a smaller audience when we come back out for the second act. Yes, people, the show does continue. What, you think Sondheim is going end happily, all tied up in a neat bow? (Okay, Forum, fine.) I guess I understand the families with small children leaving at intermission though; it is a damned long show.
Anyway, my dissatisfaction with my own performance aside, the show's really great. I'm looking forward to our six remaining performances. We have a good cast and aside from the damned sidelights that make us sweat like pigs (thank you, Yellow Heather), and my stupid evil baby that I KNOW is plotting to kill me, it's really lots of fun to do. And I get to be in the Dead Mothers Club!
I should go plan my birthday party/gathering/possibly laser tag. That should cheer me up.
In all fairness I probably didn't suck as badly as I thought I did in the show today. I asked
It's very disconcerting to have a smaller audience when we come back out for the second act. Yes, people, the show does continue. What, you think Sondheim is going end happily, all tied up in a neat bow? (Okay, Forum, fine.) I guess I understand the families with small children leaving at intermission though; it is a damned long show.
Anyway, my dissatisfaction with my own performance aside, the show's really great. I'm looking forward to our six remaining performances. We have a good cast and aside from the damned sidelights that make us sweat like pigs (thank you, Yellow Heather), and my stupid evil baby that I KNOW is plotting to kill me, it's really lots of fun to do. And I get to be in the Dead Mothers Club!
I should go plan my birthday party/gathering/possibly laser tag. That should cheer me up.