J's twin brother (scornfully): Anyhow, black fingernails are a BOY'S color. Everyone knows that.

Emmett frequently had black nail polish at that age.

Hec needs to send PC music to be pissed at your family by.

Hmmmm. I've got some aggro stuff here...

The mopy music he sent me did wonders. Which is my way of saying thanks Hec!

De nada!

JZ is so full of a Matilda. There's no way she can go back and work a full schedule. She can't even walk up the stairs without gettting thoroughly winded.

I mean it. It's your birthday, man. No insane family stress for the rest of the day. It'll be there tomorrow; that's a given, unfortunately.

Eh. I took a nap, and now I feel like crap, and I still haven't made dinner. Yay.

Hi David! It seemed a bit much to go from full rest to working full time. It is not unusual to get winded as you get larger though. There just isn't a whole lot of room and the diaphragm gets squished.

eta a g, who knew?

So, I'm in town for TWO DAYS. I wasn't even planning to see her.

And her new girlfriend decides that these two days are the perfect days to skip class and drive eight hours to come visit her?

Yeah. This was one of the more painful and awkward evenings of my life...wow.

It really was great. Things got a lot worse, but something happened Thursday, and I realized I'd get through all of it, and I would be amazing when I did, and what sad little people who wouldn't get to know how amazing I'd be. (Also probably helped that a friend drove over from Arlington with booze, V for Vendetta and hugs).

I also got some awesome news from my sister. Friday night, she performed in front of an audience of over 1000 people. In the audience was a NY producer type person. She said after that she wants to do the play in NY, the next question was whether sis got to be in it. Producer lady came backstage, said good job and good luck. Sis thought, "Oh that's nice of her, still, Rats!"

Only on sis's way out producer lady grabbed her to tell her how wonderful her performance was, and the next day the AD said that if it goes up in NY sis is in!

Vibage for funding and a solid presentation, please!

Oh meara, that sucks. I hope you're okay. We love you, don't forget.

stardom ~ma to DJ's sis

I'm....not crying anymore. I still feel like puking. Kind of a lot. And I'm really kinda glad Ken gave me a sheep to cuddle, so I've got SOMETHING in the big enormous empty king sized bed.

I'm contemplating taking an ambien (I think I've got one here somewhere) just because otherwise I might not sleep, feeling pathetic and thinking about how they're probably fucking RIGHT NOW.

Ahem.

and the next day the AD said that if it goes up in NY sis is in!

That rocks!

I still feel like puking.

That does not rock.

Poor, meara. How'd you get into such a twisty little melodrama?

meara, all I can say is I feel 'ya. Can you read or watch tv or something distracting till the drugs take hold?

Take the Ambien. Try to get some sleep, love. Toronto doesn't deserve you, and her stoopid girlfriend was obviously making a desperate and childish display of possessiveness that makes her look like a junior high student.

{{{{meara}}}}

ETA: I'm online for a bit if you need a (albeit damaged) shoulder.