I think I am going to make one more appointment with the hairdresser and see just how annoying the ride is.

Awwwww! Big huge congrats to you and the GF or F or soon to be DW!

So many good wishes, and such thanks we've come this far, medically, since the 80s. We'd go even farther if our tax dollars weren't going to fund abstinence-only propaganda and anti-aging and virility research for the obscenely rich. (end rant)

You don't have to end that rant on my account. I'm right there with you. I think having lost a few people in the early 90's, I think that's one of the reasons this hit me so hard. Back then, that was it.

Oh, that rant never really ends, trust me. Won't, till there's a better preventative and a cure.

Nora, I have absolutely no idea. Are you looking for a monologue with a similar theme as the play? Or just something to show off your chops? Would something from Shrew work? Or do you need more contemporary? Could you use a lengthy piece of dialog or interior monologue from a book? Or maybe find transcript of a movie or tv series with a long monologue? I don't have specifics, but maybe this points you a new direction or two.

sj. I think that's a good plan. At least you'll know where she is for real hair emergencies, and it may not be too bad a trip. If it is, then here's hoping she can rec somebody closer to you and easier to get to.

Jess, that's interesting about the BRAT, and good to know. Unfortunately, most of my diet is pretty BRAT-approximate. Apparently I'm a supertaster of some degree or other. I dislike intense tastes, have a hatred for wasabi, though I love horseradish in context. My chemical intolerance for all peppers precludes intimate acquaintence with jalapenos or any hot peppers--which I don't mind, as I actively dislike them. I miss bell peppers--and tomatoes--like a hole in reality, though. There's a reason I prefer white food. Or, well, green. But it's nice to know there's no need to avoid real food after a gastric upset.

after a gastric upset.

There's still some upset, including a quick-yet-trying-to-appear-casual walk down the hall -- the very, VERY long hall -- to the bathroom.

But better than last night, certainly.

Also, I'm getting tired of Gatorade.

I found something fun from the website Aimee linked, a monologue from Oscar Wilde's "An Ideal Husband." Since they are looking for a british accent I think it will work nicely. I still have some stuff from my theater days somewhere up in the library, but it's good to know I have something in hand which is funny and I can pull off.

sj. I think that's a good plan. At least you'll know where she is for real hair emergencies, and it may not be too bad a trip. If it is, then here's hoping she can rec somebody closer to you and easier to get to.

Thanks. I'm hoping I can find another reason to go to where she is every six weeks, like a good shopping area, so I don't feel like am going out there just for that.

I'm feeling evil.

My nephew score all A's on his report card this year, except for an 88 in Advanced Math, which of course he's upset about. I'm so proud of him.

I'm feeling evil.

Is that the fun evil or the not fun evil?

I just posted a few pictures in my lj of CJ this morning at his 5th grade promotion. Tonight is K-Bug's graduation.