I'm trying to keep on what's keeping me sane and happy right now, that's all. I got all the nerve wrackness one can ask for, and more, so why stick to this? Though after the phone call from my mother I really looked up at the ceiling of my room, and thought "a-ha. OK. What's next?".

Will handle tomorrow when tomorrow comes.

And then, probably, just watch Dr. Who. Can't stay grumpy in front of this.

Maybe will add ice cream to this. Humm.

Ice cream and Doctor Who, sounds like reasonable coping mechanisms.

Baked goods and Muppets clips on YouTube have been known to work for some, as well.

Ice cream and Dr. Who sounds like a lovely antidote.

{{{Shir}}}

((Shir))

We are in Budapest, having just come back from doing some last minute shopping for the niecphews, and Eureka is on our TV dubbed in German. I have a wicked cold, and my head will surely explode tomorrow on one of the three planes it's going to take to get us home. Where's Joe and his transporter when you need 'em?

Other than that, I am fat (lots of pastries, no exercise) and well rested (that is, used to a nap every day) after two weeks here and in Krakow.

Heh. Sparky, my grandfather is originally from Budapest. My grandmother was from Krakow.

I have no ties to either place, but I was teaching in Krakow for a week on a university boondoggle, and we picked Budapest out as a place we were interested in seeing while we were in this part of the world. Both places have treated us well, although we feel like idiots for not being able to wrap our American tongues around the phonemes of "thank-you" in either language except in the most pitiful of ways.

(((Shir)))

My bsck is trying to kill me today. I'm trying to decide if this is going to ruin my plans for the day or not. I'm sick of being whiny and in pain all the time.

sj, I'm with you! Also, do you have time for a bit of AIM?

I see your back pain and raise you whinging about my sinuses and chest cold. Bah. I canceled on my neighbors last night (don't want to get the baby sick) and my parents/grandmother today (don't want to get Grandma sick) and I feel like a tool.

Man, I really cannot believe this guy in my play. He's got the main role, and he's a pretty good actor (not outstanding, but pretty good), but, sweet weeping mother of heaven, his social skills could do with some work.

He is CONSISTENTLY late for rehearsals. Consistently. And I'm not talking five minutes here - I'm talking 45 minutes, an hour. Today, he finally called in TWO HOURS LATE to say he was on his way, by which point the stage manager told him not to bother, just to be sure he was on time tomorrow.

No word of explanation or apology on any of these occasions.

I mean, sure, we're just a wee amateur group - but all the MORE reason not to fuck people over, you know? People are giving up their free time here, to make something together. This guy is in pretty much every scene - every time he decides not to bother showing up on time, that means that six or seven other people are left twiddling their thumbs until he finally shows up.

Being a courteous little group, nobody has been giving him shit so far (although the director did make it politely clear to him, last time, that he really needed to pull his socks up. Which he has clearly taken to heart. Or, you know - not.)

We are performing in less than two weeks. So far, we've not been able to have a single crack at running the whole play.

Honestly, I'm just gobsmacked. What is he thinking? Who treats people like this?