No, this is not a Christopher Durang sequel.
…It’s just the names of all four of the brilliantly swollen zits currently gracing my facial region.
There is no amount of cover-up that can mask them. Even from stage. I look like I have wart growths all over my damn face.
Not cool.
This Mrs. Johnson visit is gonna be fierce.
(Whenever the hell she finally stops sending “gifts” like these ahead, and shows up her own damn self.)
…Meanwhile, her water-weight began as well today, so I should be good and bloated by tomorrow’s show. This is so much better than being bloated on Opening night, that I totally don’t even care. This time, she gets a “free-bee.”
…Also, maybe some chocolate, before I start back up on the Pilates regime. Thought I’d give myself the weekend off. Am pretty wrecked bodily as it is, no need to press it beyond it’s sensible threshold.
…And I’ve literally nodded off twice just “resting my eyes” between lines of writing tonight’s blog. Which tells me, I need to be done and go finish sleeping. I’m still behind about two days worth of “Z’s,” easily.
~D
