I am in Chicago!  Just visiting for now, but yesterday I signed a lease and I move in in two months!  There has been a slight SNAFU with the lease, but it’s possible to work it out, I think.  Trying not to worry about it too much.  I am happy to report (to the internet, ironically) that I give considerably fewer fucks about the internet than a couple of days ago.  Going to stretch and do some yoga, have a shower, call the landlord and then either go have lunch with Mary and her friend Laura or make dinner before tonight’s rehearsal, I’m not sure which, yet.

Anyway.  More updates to follow, possibly.  

Dear Self,

Please remember that you are happier when you have an egg for breakfast.  Protein is delicious and necessary.  Also remember that you are even happier when you eat said egg before arriving at work, or even before leaving the house.

Much Love,

Self

Dear Driver’s License,

Please come back to me.  I need you.  All of you.  Right now.

Desperately,

Me.

In other news, tomorrow (provided that the above happens) I’m going out with a friend and his male friend, whom my friend brought to Rocky Horror last week without a bloody clue that when this stranger met me I would be wearing a fuchsia corset, fishnet stockings and garter belt, 4” red sequined heels, a black wig and goth make-up.  Tomorrow I will probably experience that thing that happens on t.v. when someone says “Hey Friend 1, meet Friend 2.  Oh, DERN.  I FERGAWT that I have an Undisclosed Fake Prior Arrangement.  I hafta go.  You kids get to know each other!”  At which point I will propose a place where I will not have to scream to make myself heard, will hang out with said male and then go home at a reasonable time because I have work the next day.  And it will totally change my life (in that before this happened, this had not happened and now it has).

As stated above, this is all contingent on the location of one crucial piece of photo identification. 

If I wear my Hipster Bait bicycle dress, there is absolutely no way I can be seen as a prude when last week I was spreading my legs during “Sweet Transvestite.”  Thought it may end up being confusing.

OMIGAWDYOUGUYS I’ve never been set up before.

Wait, that’s a lie.  There was that one dude in college.  But it only lasted for two days.  And then I quite literally hid for awhile because Dude’s friend was TERRIFYING.

Oh yeah.  I’m totes graceful when it comes to dating.  Bring it.

Ow, my neck, owie owie ow.

Rhubarb crumble and coffee.  Stat.  

I was perfectly alert when I woke up at 5:30.  I chose to ignore this fact and go back to sleep until my alarm went off, at which point I turned it off and slept for an extra half hour.  Now I’m groggy.

The delightful thing about doing shadow cast with Rocky Horror is that there is practically no such thing as miscasting.  Therefore (okay, spellcheck, is it therefor or therefore? Are they both okay? Give me an answer, O Great Thou Automated Oracle),therefore, a petite, five-foot soprano woman can be cast as Dr. Frankenfurter.  And has.

Bring on the eyeshadow, bitches.

Six years of elementary school, six years of high school, four years of college, six years out of college, continuous voice lessons, acting lessons, and two years of therapy all combine into the realization that I need to turn off my brain.  Or rather, that it’s okay to.

Also, I really dislike the taste of sausage.  Totally gross.  Not going to eat it.  Fuck. Sausage.

Minor gripes:

Stayed up too late due to insomnia and an all-too-interesting book.

Sarah Lee Guthrie and Johnny Irion are going to be in my town (which is actually a very small place) on a day when I’ll be on a train.  Contemplating using that travel insurance I paid for to get a train that leaves earlier so that I can be back in my lovely, sticks town by 7:00 pm.  On the other hand, who bitches about missing an artistic performance when the cause is a return trip from your favorite city to which you will be moving? Jerks, that’s who. 

I’m in a middling good mood and it’s Monday!