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Mar. 12th, 2005 02:22 pmPraise be to Saturdays!
It has been a busy week. Rehearsals every night - Preview Night on Thursday, first fee-paying audience last night, followed by a cast meal. Couple all this frenetic thespian activity with a head cold and a bunch of high-octane work-related stuff and you have a recipe for a tired and weary groan.
Still this morning I nipped out of bed sharpish and drove etcher to the station, whence she departed en route for a weekend of Depravity and Cake (c) with rougeforever.
I returned home, retired to the pit for a bit and then elected for a gentle and restorative day in preparation for fee-paying audience numero deux, ce soir. So I ripped a few CDs to iTunes (I'm up to "S" if you're interested), endeavoured to burn a CD of some of my fave tracks (but the CD player just blinks "error" when I try to play it) and then took a long leisurely bath. This I supplemented with a mug of tea, fried bacon, two fried eggs and two slices of buttered toast, which I scoffed whilst I scoffed at the Daily Telegraph.
I now feel restored. The washing-up beckons.
It has been a busy week. Rehearsals every night - Preview Night on Thursday, first fee-paying audience last night, followed by a cast meal. Couple all this frenetic thespian activity with a head cold and a bunch of high-octane work-related stuff and you have a recipe for a tired and weary groan.
Still this morning I nipped out of bed sharpish and drove etcher to the station, whence she departed en route for a weekend of Depravity and Cake (c) with rougeforever.
I returned home, retired to the pit for a bit and then elected for a gentle and restorative day in preparation for fee-paying audience numero deux, ce soir. So I ripped a few CDs to iTunes (I'm up to "S" if you're interested), endeavoured to burn a CD of some of my fave tracks (but the CD player just blinks "error" when I try to play it) and then took a long leisurely bath. This I supplemented with a mug of tea, fried bacon, two fried eggs and two slices of buttered toast, which I scoffed whilst I scoffed at the Daily Telegraph.
I now feel restored. The washing-up beckons.
