slightly less drunk. damn you, signal enselmble and your damn watering hole.......... ate some pasta and am now on the train to hangoverland. have nothing planned tomorrow except extreme sleeping. my favorite activity. god, I hate the way I am when I'm drunk... the next day i'm always completely horrified. maybe if i had even more to drink, and therefore couldn't remember... aww fuck it -- theory is too much typing to complete.
on a slightly less drunken tangent, (what was that tangent again? oh right---) seascape opened tonight. i think it went well. got to the theatre way early to discover that a gel had burned out... not a big deal to replace it, unless you have NO MORE FREAKIN' R99 in stock... got creative and i don't think anyone was the wiser but the people I told...
You know, for someone who prides herself on great gramatical skills, I am failing on all accouts tonight. . . shite. I give up... my eyes burn.
time for beddie bye...
that is all.
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A Childish Charlatan's Charades About Chicago. (Formerly: A myopic misanthrope's misadventures in Massachusetts.)
1 comment:
What does the "7066" mean at the top of your blog?
Justin thinks they are similar to the creepy numbers on Lost.
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