humph
Still feeling down. Though at least I'm getting some work done. At least I did before today.
Yesterday was blah. Felt crappy, didn't get enough sleep the night before (a story in itself there). I got in and did some work, I think I've finally gotten Tavern figured out, so I can start drafting today. Had a bad realization on Sunday: my 6' long striplights need to be moved one pipe over on stage, and it wouldn't be a problem, except that TD already has some walls up. Now there is no easy way to get to these monsters to move them, except by extension ladder. D'oh again.
(TD is also getting on my nerves. Every little annoying thing he does just irks me.)
More crappy news, S's car got vandalized again, egged this time. She's going to start parking out of the neighborhood all together, and is moving by the end of the week, "out of the ghetto" as she put it. Sunday, after the Woolf meeting, I went to the liquor store and met the Woolf props guy, doing research for the liquor bottles that are consumed in abundance during the show. Trying to find distictive gin, bourbon, and brandy bottles. I was there to restock my personal libation supply. I picked up a Haitian rum, that was only a little more expensive than Captain Morgan. Not bad, interesting new flavor. A bit stronger. Had a bit of that with dinner last night, before I had to go to a run-thru of Virginia Woolf. Sitting thru an almost three hour show where they constantly drink, and having only water was irritating. Especially when other friends are going to a ball game. grrr. (yeah, TD's wife scored three tickets to a game somehow, and they took S. Not bitter. There's no way I could have gotten out of the rehearsal (and after her week, S needed it) but I miss doing stuff like that.) I need to get out more. We haven't had a movie or poker night in months, though our poker group is now down to 3 or 4 (gonna have to do something about that). And group bar outings are a thing of the past. I guess bar darts may be in order, but I hate to shoot by myself, and most shooters at the bar are leagues beyond me (usually, literally). Though that is sounding kinda fun about now. Beer and darts. mmmm.
This week of vacation is filling up fast. Now I'm re-formatting the jpg pix into Powerpoint for a show this friday. Sister Bernies Bingo Bash. A fundraiser for our theater, starring one of last years actors. Then we need to hang the projector box and projector, run the cables to it from the booth so we can run the powerpoint show. then move the striplights before any more walls go up and make it more difficult than it already is. All on top of drafting the plot. When I shouldn't be here at all.
Yesterday was blah. Felt crappy, didn't get enough sleep the night before (a story in itself there). I got in and did some work, I think I've finally gotten Tavern figured out, so I can start drafting today. Had a bad realization on Sunday: my 6' long striplights need to be moved one pipe over on stage, and it wouldn't be a problem, except that TD already has some walls up. Now there is no easy way to get to these monsters to move them, except by extension ladder. D'oh again.
(TD is also getting on my nerves. Every little annoying thing he does just irks me.)
More crappy news, S's car got vandalized again, egged this time. She's going to start parking out of the neighborhood all together, and is moving by the end of the week, "out of the ghetto" as she put it. Sunday, after the Woolf meeting, I went to the liquor store and met the Woolf props guy, doing research for the liquor bottles that are consumed in abundance during the show. Trying to find distictive gin, bourbon, and brandy bottles. I was there to restock my personal libation supply. I picked up a Haitian rum, that was only a little more expensive than Captain Morgan. Not bad, interesting new flavor. A bit stronger. Had a bit of that with dinner last night, before I had to go to a run-thru of Virginia Woolf. Sitting thru an almost three hour show where they constantly drink, and having only water was irritating. Especially when other friends are going to a ball game. grrr. (yeah, TD's wife scored three tickets to a game somehow, and they took S. Not bitter. There's no way I could have gotten out of the rehearsal (and after her week, S needed it) but I miss doing stuff like that.) I need to get out more. We haven't had a movie or poker night in months, though our poker group is now down to 3 or 4 (gonna have to do something about that). And group bar outings are a thing of the past. I guess bar darts may be in order, but I hate to shoot by myself, and most shooters at the bar are leagues beyond me (usually, literally). Though that is sounding kinda fun about now. Beer and darts. mmmm.
This week of vacation is filling up fast. Now I'm re-formatting the jpg pix into Powerpoint for a show this friday. Sister Bernies Bingo Bash. A fundraiser for our theater, starring one of last years actors. Then we need to hang the projector box and projector, run the cables to it from the booth so we can run the powerpoint show. then move the striplights before any more walls go up and make it more difficult than it already is. All on top of drafting the plot. When I shouldn't be here at all.
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