My name is dumb and has no nicknames.
I shall now call you "Sunny" or "Suns".
Don't you dare.
Sunny Delight, perhaps?
Heh.
...so I just auditioned for a part in the Bangkok Theatre Company (am dram) production of
A Christmas Carol,
and although I was a bit 'meh' about it up front, now I'm thinking 'Ooooh, wouldn't it be nice to be in a play again?' (I read for Mrs Cratchitt and for a comical Charwoman. 'Cause Scrooge? Not supposed to have breasts. Even in Bangkok.)
I'll be all sad if I don't get picked. I feel like Donkey in
Shrek,
with the jumping and the "pick me! pick me!"
Christmas Carol sounds fun.
My mom's home from the hospital. They did an angiogram, and didn't find anything major, but they did put in one new stent. She's supposed to be resting for a few weeks until the stent is solidly in place, though. (Not quite sure how that will work with preparing for the holidays. We all assured her that people will understand if, this year, she bought most of the food already prepared instead of cooking it, but she doesn't like doing that. I also offered to go home a day early to help with stuff.)
Very much ~ma to your mother, Hil.
I am unrepentent in my changing my name from my father's to my husband's. Either way I was beholden to the patriarchy, and I thought it a nice symbolic move from being a daughter to being a wife, or, you know, growing up. Hitting a new stage. I changed my middle name to my maiden name, keeping the lineage and honoring my dad, but dropping the final bit of my mother (we had the same middle name), which also felt good.
Of course, since I'm planning on legally changing my name to Quiddity Falconer, this will all be moot soon.
ION, do I need these boots? [link]
Woke up still sick. Blergh. I so did not need this right now.
Raq - as a person who didn't look to see your face because I was admiring your other boots - no, you don't need more boots. Unless, of course, you do...then go for it.
This message brought to you by too much food and too much humidity.
Cocktail question - my dad try to tell me that orange juice and whisky was a screwdriver. I've always thought that was orange juice and vodka. So - what is orange juice and whisky?
Warg. I've been up for hours, because I had a nightmare that the government executed The Boy (by hanging!) because he defaulted on a loan, AND they hanged him earlier than they had said they would, so I didn't make it in time to say goodbye, and then I spent the rest of the dream looking around his house for proof that he ever loved me (specifically I was looking for any handwritten note that said, verbatim, "I love you").
I haven't called him yet to make sure he's alive. I fear that might push me over, in his eyes, from "charmingly crazy" to "unsalvageable whackjob."
"Sideways" is on FX, and I haven't seen it since it was in theaters, and I forgot how annoying and unlikeable the characters are. Almost Seinfeld-ian levels of unlikeable.
ION, I really really *really* need a haircut.
