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it's sitting on the toilet.

I am so glad I won't be alive to be embarrassed when I die.

Allyson, you deserve many cookies. This weekend I slept, watched things on my ipod, slept, and slept some more. I also made a rice neckwarmer thing that you put in the microwave by filling a sock with rice.

Also, my neck hurts so badly that I keep thinking I have meningitis, but I do not. The nurses here say that if I can bend my head to my chest without pain, it is not meningitis. So yay!

Weirdly, just last week, I was wondering how come Lindsay Lohan doesn't seem to be as freckly all-over as she used to. After seeing the nudie pix from New York Magazine on Gawker just now, I am relieved to see she is as freckly as ever.

After seeing the nudie pix from New York Magazine on Gawker just now, I am relieved to see she is as freckly as ever.

The shoot made me wonder what happened to waists. I feel like girls used to have waists. And shorter torsos. Did they disappear because they made hips look big? It may also be because I expect everyone to look like me, and when I was young and slender I had a waist. I was blaming it mostly on the low pants-high shirts thing, but it seems to happen with nude things too.

Did they disappear because they made hips look big?

I bet that's it. My former-model coworker said something one time in a conversation about fitting pants about her "big hips," until I forced her to admit that her hips are small, it's just that her waist is smaller.

Weekends, huh? I'm gonna include Friday.

Friday morning was very somber at work because the day before we received news that a friend/coworker's fiance was in the ICU, diagnosed with leukemia, and unconscious with a blood clot in her brain. Several people planned to visit the hospital that afternoon but I had to go work at another theatre first. While working at the other theatre in the afternoon I learned that a designer I often work with has cancer and is about to have a portion of intestine removed. Friday evening I make it to the hospital. I arrive too late.

Saturday morning, quick and dirty tech/remount of a show with a cranky director. Whatever. Afternoon, laundry. Evening, attend a 1st rehearsal/read thru and chat with scenic designer and director.

Sunday, light hang for another show. Bring a change of clothes and leave early to attend visitation. Skip the other 1st rehearsal/read thru I was supposed to be at. Crash.

Today I need to draft a light plot and at least get started on another. I should also vacuum (I hate vacuuming) and do more laundry.

It was so nice and warm today that DH and I took Dylan to the Prospect Park Zoo to see the new baby kangaroo. We are now home and attempting an afternoon nap.

I've overhauled my vacuum cleaner...given it a new lease on life. Very proud.

Gene Anthony Ray died of a stroke in 2003.

aww, that's too bad.

Chicago folks, I just learned that Johnny Depp and Christian Bale will be shooting a movie here in March.