i heard you found another audience

today i feel: out of it
today i'm hearing: chelsea's happy ramblings
today i'm thinking: wal-mart clocks are instruments of woe

Jo Charles the Macy-Mac is retaliating against me. I do not know what I did, but she's upset with me. Of the fifty bazillion pages on the seemingly endless and tangled web we weave known as the internet, the one site she refuses to let me see...is my blog. I am not very happy with her about this. This looks to me like a case of marital discord. I guess that means the honeymoon's over. But she does bring me great joy the rest of the time, so I can't hold it against her, can I? Long story short, I'm stealing Chelsea's compy to check for comments and the like. If I seem vaguely absent from the blogging world, it's because I can't remember your page. There's a reason why I have all of those links! That reason being my inability to memorise things with a lot of dots in them!

And now to arms.

Chelsea and I are heading out in a short while to see Journeys. It's kind of like the winter one-acts were at U-High except that they're all student written and directed and there are more of them. They are also hella-awesomer. Yes, that phrase was required. I have to go twice to see both billings, so I'm taking Chelsea tonight and Down-the-Hall Matt tomorrow night (my darling roommate is headed home for the weekend. Alas! With whom shall I snuggle???). Tonight, I have been promised crazy hair on the part of FriendSteve. Tomorrow? The world will never know! Well, until tomorrow.

Last night I worked on my first pot of chili ever! I don't think it failed too miserably at all. It still has a long way to go before absolute chile perfection, but I am still learning the art of makingfoodthatdoesn'ttotallysuck and am therefore not concerned. We made it in the baby crockpot. It's so cute. I think I will name it something. Possibly Stan.

I went to the doctor earlier this week, mostly because Chelsea made me and I've started walking funny because of whatever lame ailment that's been bothering my feet. Check this out: I have plantar fasciitis. It sounded like some kind of unfriendly race on Star Trek. I probed for details. Apparently, my Achilles tendon is either too short or too stressed (or both!) and all of the stress that's supposed to be dispersed through it has been focusing on this little nubby bone that comes out of your heel and spans your entire foot (the plantar). So it hurts. A lot. The doc gave me a couple of ice packs and some anti-inflamatories and told me to go sign up for physical therapy. I...was supposed to go this morning. I chose not too and rescheduled my appointment. A good idea! This does mean, however, that I feel like a complete pill-popper. It's a strange sensation. I just started taking some form of medication every day last September, and the idea is still a bit foreign to me. I think the only reason why it still is, though, is that Chelsea pretends to mock me for it. ...If that makes sense.

I am in bibliophile heaven today. Yesterday I made a run with the buttons to Barnes and Noble and finally (finally!) got a copy of the book I've been eyeing since I was at DePaul, The Bisexual's Guide to the Universe. It's delightfully sarcastic and not nearly as funny as I find it, I'm sure. So that's really great. I'm sucking it down pretty fast (haha, inappropriate humour). Then I checked my mailbox today to discover that my new play, Hooters by Ted Tally of Silence of the Lambs fame, had come through from Drama Bookshop. I love Drama Bookshop. They are the nicest play company ever. They send me stuff in a matter of days. They call me when I mistype my credit card number. They laugh when I act all dumb because I'm trying to find my credit card in the bowels of my school bag. I feel like I should send them a card detailing them just how much I love them.

The only problem is that now I want to see Hannibal Rising even more. Mmmmm... Baby Anthony Hopkins... Mmmmm... Cannibalism...

In other news, my acting piece kind of sucked today. I forgot about having an obstacle for my character to get past. I had a backstory and everything, but... I'll just admit this: my backstory was not conducive to an obstacle. Good backstory, no obstacle. None. Couldn't even bullshit my way out of it if I had been asked. I'll have to poke at it a bit, because it'll bother me if I don't. This is the end of the angst. /angst.

I haven't had my walk today and now I'm all fidgety. Damn!

I think I'll go find something to entertain myself with; probably studying for Play Anal tomorrow. That'll kill a little bit of time, I suppose. Then I'll snag Chelsea and we'll go see some plays and life will be super-good and all that. w00t w00t. Das ist das Leben.