"Who do you think you are, Bruce Campbell?"

Saw usernamenumber in Evil Dead: The Musical this weekend. It was a bit of a hectic process getting to it. Since Jared and I never totally settled on which show we were seeing, we never reserved tickets, so we were forced to get on the at-the-door list which, while they told us we'd likely be in with, made the waiting process nervous. And finding a parking space was hell, necessitating me leaping out of the car to stand in the waitlist line while Jared parked the car about a half a mile away. But fortunately all was well; we parked, got seats, and very much enjoyed the show. Everything was funny and Brad was phenomenal, such a great performer and so much fun to watch. I knew he was a great singer, but wow, was I impressed getting to see him onstage for the first time. I've seen Evil Dead 2 and parts of Army of Darkness, but never the musical. Jared is a huge fan of the show, so he had a blast, and I was impressed by the blood-splatter technology. I wonder if at MIT they have a bunch of engineering students on standby waiting to build weird-ass theatrical technical effects for shows just like this. :-) I'm so glad we managed to see it.

Now I think I am coming down with something. Again. This is getting absurd. I used to get sick exactly once a year. This is the fourth time since this past winter. My stress levels must really have done a number on my immune system. I am medicating with tea, which though it seems to be soothing I can barely taste. I hope I don't infect the people around me. Jared needs to finish his thesis this week, so he can't afford to be at reduced capacity.

Stuff I'm doing

So I noticed that I wrote significantly fewer public entries in my LJ this past April than I did in March. I wonder if this, combined with ultimatepsi's suggestion that people may be reading my cross-posts to Google Buzz instead, contributed to my decreased number of hits between those two months. It would make sense.

Just finished my part of a fairly major project at work. Now I'm in the stage where I don't have anything particularly significant to do until I'm given a new assignment. It's a nice little reward for finishing. I plan to enjoy it until something new is dropped on me.

We are now at the stage of Labor Wars where we are editing sheets so that they may soon be sent out. All the first-run characters are written now, and most of the replacements too. I am very much looking forward to casting. Alleged Entertainment has a strict policy of casting "by the numbers," meaning that whenever possible characters are assigned based on how closely the numbers given on the questionnaire match up with the ratings for each of the characters' traits. It's a good system that has served them well in the past, and is probably more reliable than my occasional tendency to go with my gut. ;-)

For the first time in forever, I wore a skirt today. I've worn a skirt for the odd dress-up occasion in the past few months, but this is the first time it's been part of my regular outfit. Despite the rain today, it's actually warm enough for it, and I am sick to death of being cold. My pallid legs startle me with their stark whiteness, though God knows that's the typical state of them.

Lightheaded rambling about my face and hair

Just took a shower so scaldingly hot I feel lightheaded. The shower at Elsinore normally never gets very hot at all, so I'm a little surprised. Maybe it just hasn't been used very much since the water warning went into effect and that's what it can do when it's not depleted. At least it temporarily cleared out my packed sinuses.

My hair is getting blah again. I probably need a haircut again. Sigh. It feels like my cuts don't last very long at all, but the most recent one was the day of the To Think of Nothing read through in the middle of January, which isn't really all that recent. I should probably just go to the salon more often, probably every two to three month at best, but my haircuts are expensive enough that I can't really afford to.

And I never feel like I condition it all that well. It's tough to specifically get the ends the way I'm supposed to, which on me split and roughen the longer they get. And then it looks flat and awful. Blah.

And I touch my face too much. I always have. I don't know why; maybe as a comfort mechanism, maybe as a nervous habit-- like I'm trying to "fix" my features and make them acceptable to look at. Every book and expert will tell you it's unhealthy for your face skin to touch it too much. Maybe that's why I'm such a pizza face. And I'm a compulsive nailbiter, so my fingers are always in my mouth. It's a wonder I'm not sick every minute of my life.

Gah. I feel funny. I should drink something. And stop touching my face with my grubby little fingers.