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So, I dreamed Belinda McClory (who looked more masculine than usual) and I were in some sort of acting workshop and/or play together.
I got to hold onto her feet (Yes, I'm weird. I think we've established this many times over) and tell her how awesome I think she is, and she was very patient and actually put up with it and even smiled. :-D
This rather-a-loser dude (with a really huge cup-to-go from, like, starbucks or something) was my acting partner for the workshop, and he was kind of pissed that (during break, no less), we were both ignoring his attempts to get our attention and/or hit on us.
Belinda's workshop partner was a gal, but I have no idea who she was or what she looked like. Even though she was sitting Right There, and listening to our conversation, and everything, she was basically just another one of those Extras for the Street Scenes. <*shrug*>
In other news: My gods, my knuckles are raw. I've got something akin to chillblains (no idea how to spell that word), I think. Or photocopying-induced eczema. One or the other. I've been dribbling vitamin-e oil all over them (and wore gloves to bed last night), and it's helped a tad. But yow. Still raw, rough and not that unlikely to keep from cracking and bleeding (again!) today.
Perhaps a small tub of moisturizer is in order. :-)
Also: I re-checked amazon.ca for when my stuff is supposed to arrive? Any time between yesterday and the 29th. I'm hoping for soon. :-) Then I shall have spiffy, spiffy poetry to read, and spiffy, spiffy Eurythmics to-which to listen. :-)
Which will be lovely. :-)
Gotta get ready for work. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
I got to hold onto her feet (Yes, I'm weird. I think we've established this many times over) and tell her how awesome I think she is, and she was very patient and actually put up with it and even smiled. :-D
This rather-a-loser dude (with a really huge cup-to-go from, like, starbucks or something) was my acting partner for the workshop, and he was kind of pissed that (during break, no less), we were both ignoring his attempts to get our attention and/or hit on us.
Belinda's workshop partner was a gal, but I have no idea who she was or what she looked like. Even though she was sitting Right There, and listening to our conversation, and everything, she was basically just another one of those Extras for the Street Scenes. <*shrug*>
In other news: My gods, my knuckles are raw. I've got something akin to chillblains (no idea how to spell that word), I think. Or photocopying-induced eczema. One or the other. I've been dribbling vitamin-e oil all over them (and wore gloves to bed last night), and it's helped a tad. But yow. Still raw, rough and not that unlikely to keep from cracking and bleeding (again!) today.
Perhaps a small tub of moisturizer is in order. :-)
Also: I re-checked amazon.ca for when my stuff is supposed to arrive? Any time between yesterday and the 29th. I'm hoping for soon. :-) Then I shall have spiffy, spiffy poetry to read, and spiffy, spiffy Eurythmics to-which to listen. :-)
Which will be lovely. :-)
Gotta get ready for work. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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