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Three exciting things on this chizzly* Saturday, in order of excitingness:

1. I have a watch again! Thanks, Mom! (Stop reading this!!!) Ah, the gift of time.

2. I finished the SATURDAY NY Times crossword for the first time ever. (Saturday is the hardest of the week, followed by Friday, then Thursday/Sunday tied.)

3. Sweeney Todd, currently in previews, hotly sought-after tickets, starring Michael "Scary Hedwig/Awesome Wilkes-Boothe" Cerveris and Patti "Never Heard Her In Evita But I Heard She's Good" Lupone-- the production where the cast all plays their own instruments-- I had had no hope of seeing this show, being light of purse, and then Steph told me that her cousin couldn't go, and invited me to come along to the matinee today. Holy cow! A Dream-Come-True-Garage-Door-Opener-Silly.

WELL! It was very different from the NYCO production I saw last year with Andrew-- but it was fantastic. Sparse set and costumes, (sometimes overly clever) staging (sometimes worked,sometimes didn't), brilliant performances not to be believed. How do people play instruments AND sing and move around the stage at the same time? You have to see it to believe it. And it works almost always. And they're not simple songs-- they're tricky harmonies and odd metres, and these people all did it brilliantly. Patti Lupone danced around with a damn tuba. And played it. No wonder people are clamouring to see this thing.

I think I had a leg up, having seen two other productions (one on PBS), so I knew, for example, that the little white coffin Sweeney cradles in act 2 is somehow supposed to represent a fancy barber's chair set over a trapdoor. Yeah. That didn't exactly come across. And the pouring of blood into buckets to represent bodies falling through the trapdoor into the bakery downstairs, I don't think that really came across. I had to kind of explain it afterwards.

There was a hot violin-playing guy (yeah I know, I find most violin-playing guys hot, I don't know, it's a thing I have) singing all perty and acting all crazy.

What a great show.

*I'm inventing a new portmanteau, do you like it?

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Happy Francis Day!!!! Go be a cute cool geek today, in honour of Francis.

You heard me!

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Friday, October 21, 2005

Tonight was our quarterly department dinner. I had two of my favourite birds: duck, and Grey Goose (with soda.) Did you know that these days it only takes me 2 drinks to get drrrrrunk? I think that's why I enjoyed this one so much. It was a very good time.

I've had duck twice in one week. I am a lucky girl.

It was a strange, long, exhausting work day, but at the end there was free booze and food, so, thank goodness for that.

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Thursday, October 20, 2005

I love the pictures on Kirsten's friend Angela's journal from the Fox Festival they went to.

This one is my favourite.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

There hasn't been a night this week when I haven't taken Tylenol Cold & Flu - Nightime Formula to go to sleep.

It works but it leaves me very groggy in the morning.

I wish... lots of things and one of them is about sleeping easily at appropriate times and feeling awake during the day.

I wish... I wish I wish I hadn't ate that fish.

If wishes were horses beggars would ride.

I wish my cow would give us some milk.

When you wish upon a star your dreams come true.

Wishy washy.

I've run out of things to say, clearly, and the Tylenol Cold & Flu - Nighttime Formula is now kicking in. Clearly.

Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish wish. The word has lost all meaning now. Wish wish wish wish wish wish wish.

(Tastes like potato chips.)

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

A surprise: when I came into my room just now, there was a baby in my bed! The cutest cat in the world has paid me a rare visit. Normally, I only get visitings from this handsome fellow, who loves me like I'm his own. But Spike doesn't normally stray far from Miss Gina Sue Who.

Of course, she's not home. So I guess cuddly baby and his buttery soft little baby head were feeling a little lonely, because here he is on my bed, head-butting me and purring and striking cute cat poses that make me want bite him.

I could eat this cat.

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Monday, October 17, 2005

Happy birthday, Mom!

Stop reading this!

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Sunday, October 16, 2005

I went with mon famille on a foliage boat tour up the Hudson and the most exciting part of it was that there was a whole gaggle of Red Hat Ladies on the boat. It was so cute to see them all in their purple sweaters and red hats... they made the tour guide (a genial young black man in a non-purple shirt) an honorary Red Hat Lady, and he wore the red knit cap they gave him proudly for the remainder of the cruise.

Unspeakably cute, this was.

The FISTFA thing went fine. I met Andrew's new gal, who is refreshingly laid back, and roommate Thom lent me three new books to read. (One of them is The Three Musketeers. I do like the classics.)

I also have a sore throat and will almost certainly have a full-blown cold soon. (By saying it, I'll make it not happen.)

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