I'm peaking misanthropic but am hitting awesome swim times.

Might've unloaded on my officemate and his boss about a current situation that they have only a small part in fixing.

I think it would be the opposite of weird for that event.

You're probably right!

Thanks, Nanita! It's nice to be home in my own bed, where I sleep better than in hotel beds, no matter how tired. (Middle age is when you realize that insomnia can keep you up even when you're exhausted, argh.)

The Oresteia sounds good; glad you both got to see it.

I'm so glad we went. Our friend T goes to London for two weeks every few years, and she said this was the best thing she'd seen this year, so we took the leap. It wasn't that expensive: about $40 for tickets through the half-price booth in Leicester Square, and we had second-row seats (!). Cheaper than Berkeley Rep, and one of the cast was Sibyl from Downton Abbey. Very good production.

Although the changes they made to modernize the text did affect some of the interpretation; for instance, there's no references to Paris or Helen, and the war with the unnamed enemy appears to be of long standing, rather than instigated in a fit of masculine jealousy by the king's brother. This certainly changes things.

But the ending is amazing, and now I want to go back and watch the first act again...

If I get any worse, I will be calling Grumpy Cat Girl and Pee Lady that to their faces (rather than just mentally.)

This will break, it's gotta break.

I'm so glad we went. Our friend T goes to London for two weeks every few years, and she said this was the best thing she'd seen this year, so we took the leap. It wasn't that expensive: about $40 for tickets through the half-price booth in Leicester Square, and we had second-row seats (!). Cheaper than Berkeley Rep, and one of the cast was Sibyl from Downton Abbey. Very good production.

I was actually at the Thursday matinee performance. Our cheap tickets were for the last row, but since the house was only half sold, they moved us to the fifth row.

And in a house that small, there really aren't any bad seats!

This will break, it's gotta break.

It's gotta break.

Me, I'm having a beer and pizza kind of night. Which means I also have a very hopeful fuzzy companion expressing clear opinions about pepperoni and some options I might have for mine.

But I'm back in the recording studio, so that's good.

Hooray for good theatre experiences! I spent the evening reading one play with two other plays on monitors (one in my office, one in the hall just outside my office).

I am afraid of starting to listen to Night Vale at this point. I don't even know if that makes sense or not. My point is, can't comment on your costume, aurelia.

I was very confused for a moment. I think you meant amyth.

If I thought I could get the hair right I might try a Dottie (from Agent Carter) costume. My build is much closer to her than Peggy.

That sounds like an amazing trip, Sue!

Also, I touched a mummy's finger! It was so weird.

In Ireland? I wonder if it was the same mummy hand that I touched once? Dang, that was decades ago.

In Ireland? I wonder if it was the same mummy hand that I touched once? Dang, that was decades ago.

In the crypts at St. Michan's?