Right.
…So, tomorrow is Wednesday.
I have to remind myself because I haven’t had a “normal” week in like two…”normal” not compared to other people, but just in junction with myself even.
I dunno if I’m coming or going, or really to where, or which county it is in.
This has been a problem since I first started the cold meds.
…Work at home this day, into half of second, then office, then office again, airport run, south-end run, north-end triple runs: show – show – show, close. Mrs. Johnson pops up, birthday happenings…in another state…back home again, day off, think finally kicked cold, south-end again, half day work from home, airport run again, back to office, prep month-end, home to beat down rest of hangover and study for tomorrow, Ma’s to laundry, back home to blog.
…Is there any freakin’ wonder I’m a total mess right now?
Tomorrow is month-end, followed by about three hours of call-backs for “Importance of Being Earnest.”
…Called for Gwendolyn.
…Which means retracting the 40-something Jewish WWII mama, into a refined 20-something, posh, obsessive-compulsive, Edwardian, proposal-magnet.
Pffft! I can totally do that on a dime! (She says, trying her best to state it without an inherent question mark at the end.)
…Which will only bring us to halfway through the week that already wouldn’t end.
And this HUGE zit (which apparently has a cousin staying with Marty), just showed up yesterday. Prime time for me to look my best, in times when it really matters.
…Meanwhile, I got m’first beautiful blue box of goodies from Tiffany’s in the mail, (c/o Aunty L), a new role offer from a theater up north, (to keep me busy this fall), devoured this little lovely ditty (which I highly recommend for the equally obsessed) and now: I am off to bed.
Sleep.
…Guys, we ain’t even halfway through yet.
Oie.
Oops.
…I mean, “bugger.”
Shit.
I mean, “How very unfortunate that my current lifestyle is so fully without apparent rhyme nor reason, when it comes to obtaining sufficient amounts of sleep and focus in order to successfully achieve one’s efforts, when one does try so hard to do ones best.”
(A little grindey on the gears there, friend. Focus-up! it’s game-time!)
~D