Wednesday, February 22, 2006
big from here; small from there.
not that you care, but i just figured out how my amex number got got: i was phished! yes, i, the internet-savvy. the email was a *really* good fake, and had a link in it next to a reminder that my bill was due that week. totally fell for it. the bastahds.
also potentially interesting only to me: last night the monkey told me that, no promises, but he was starting to come around about having the babies. said that it used to seem impossible, and now it seemed pretty possible. (not having them now, of course, just possible in general.)
and now i'm thinking: this blog is no longer really ano-/pseudo-nymous. a lot of you know who we are. and maybe i shouldn't be blabbing around about the monkey's private baby thoughts. maybe those are, you know, private.
but i'm not going to erase it. it made me Team Uterus feel good. just don't be all, hey! louella said you're down with offspring! way to go! next time you see him.
rehearsals for my solo show are now hot and heavy. and i'm trying to keep in mind this epiphany i had last week about how so many things are not worth doing if i'm going to turn them into worryfests instead of fun. so, trying to allow the show to be fun, admist the pressure of producing and publicizing and re-learning 60 minutes of lines. fun, i said! fun or die!
(because, seriously, call it reductive, but those may be the choices for now.)
also potentially interesting only to me: last night the monkey told me that, no promises, but he was starting to come around about having the babies. said that it used to seem impossible, and now it seemed pretty possible. (not having them now, of course, just possible in general.)
and now i'm thinking: this blog is no longer really ano-/pseudo-nymous. a lot of you know who we are. and maybe i shouldn't be blabbing around about the monkey's private baby thoughts. maybe those are, you know, private.
but i'm not going to erase it. it made me Team Uterus feel good. just don't be all, hey! louella said you're down with offspring! way to go! next time you see him.
rehearsals for my solo show are now hot and heavy. and i'm trying to keep in mind this epiphany i had last week about how so many things are not worth doing if i'm going to turn them into worryfests instead of fun. so, trying to allow the show to be fun, admist the pressure of producing and publicizing and re-learning 60 minutes of lines. fun, i said! fun or die!
(because, seriously, call it reductive, but those may be the choices for now.)
