It's also the reason I have lots of twitchy smoke detectors...

The whole house sort of glows right now. It's pretty. I have the eight hanging lanterns over my bed going and they are all different colors.

Though it does take a while to get them all set up so I don't buy it when a couple rush home to have teh sex and are suddenly surrounded by fifty pillar candles. It's pretty to film, but I don't buy it.

So pretty! The candles, too.

Trudy, she *so* did. They just didn't catch it on film, or talk about it.

sighhhhh that makes so much more sense

I've slept under the Cassie candles. sighhhhhh

Ooh. I have definitely never had that many candles. I would totally burn my place down.

Friend was pissy that I was pissy at her. We got there and paid and she was like "are you mad at me?" and I was all "DUH", and she's like "FINE, I'll GIVE you the money we just paid and DRIVE YOU HOME". But, ya know, just cause I was mad at her didn't mean I was mad at the other people there!

And I ended up having an OK time (though not a faaaabulous time). Swing dancing is one of those activities that I go to, and see the people who obviously do it a lot and know each other and all, and think "I could totally get into this and be one of those people" (not one of the REALLY good ones, but.) only...nahhhhhh.

But I bailed on the bar after-party, given that the people I knew of the group weren't going, so I am home again home again. And thinking of bedtime...

well, it should have been a fabulous night, because you are fabulous. somehow the math is all wrong.

I just sent an email to my mom subject line: food

so I looked at my past subject lines to various people

ha!, in fridge, dinner, painting , and hee hee hee

I don't really explain things very well.

the Cassie candles

Sorry the night wasn't better, meara. You deserve fabulous nights out that leave you with happy tingles. Which, really, we all should have.

I am dithering on what to wear to my grandma's memorial tomorrow. And what to say. And if I should just try to stop thinking and get some sleep.

Get some sleep. Tomorrow put on something clean. Or get Pamela to pick it.

The show is wrapped. I'm so friggin' exhausted, I want to sleep for a week.

But I get to work on the next show, which starts production at the beginning of February.

{{{{{{{Cass}}}}}}}}

This is me staring off into space wondering what else I wanted to write.

Oh, yes, Yay for the job-ness of juliana, and for the interviewness of Jilli.

Boo-hiss at the weird looking boots.

Hope them as feels icky, feels better soon.

I took codeine 3 hours ago, and Dan's been reminding me that going to sleep is a good thing. Which may explain the staring off int..........

right, goodnight all.

Alarm is set, cats are snoozing nearby and I just took a Xanax to calm down.

I don't think what I wear actually matters.

I do think what I say matters, but that will work itself out tomorrow.

Edit1: Okay, not sleeping. This is not what I was hoping for in the last hour.

Edit2: Grrrrr, awake. I really really need to be asleep by now. Have applied additional meds. Am taunting cat with wiggling toes under the covers. Kittenish is pouncing. I think she got the better drugs and she's not sharing.

Edit3: Am putting computer down and hoping for snoozes.