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.

The show is wrapped. I'm so friggin' exhausted

This is the good type of exhaustion. Yay!

{{Cass}} Hoping you are sleeping peacefully now. Wear something comfy. You will be in my thoughts.

Crazy day and I need to get to work, now. I have a serious work obligation to deal with, a soccer game at noon, 8 or so young teens arriving about 2pm, a basketball game at 3pm, then back to my house for food. This means digging in the boys rooms for their uniforms because smelly. Dealing with a shameful pile of dishes. Clearing off the van floor so that the boys can all pile in. I still have the suitcases from my trip to NY and the decoration bins lying about. Ugh.

At least I don't have to worry about entertaining the boys. 13 and 14 year old boys are not in need of parental assistance. DH will probaby play basketball, pool, and video games with them though, because a big kid.

I plan to hide in my bedroom and watch SciFi after we get home from the games.

I'm tired already. Clock just chimed. Gotta move offa my butt.

Poor meara!

My headache is gone this morning! Yay!

Also, have cleaned the bathroom! YAY!