-I have a bad head cold, with a perpetually running nose and lovely burning eyes
-I had a terrible sleep (the current running theme in my life)
-The boy stole all my blankets, so I had to go and get my own
-I slept in late, causing a lack of breakfast eating to occur
-I couldn't find my hair pick and had to resort to chopsticks (I still can't find it)=20 minutes wasted in my day
-I couldn't find the slip that goes with the dress I had already decided I was going to wear=15 minutes wasted in my day
-I could only find one of the socks I wanted to wear, sitting in the middle of the studio (who only takes off one sock???) The other sock was later found several feet away from the original sock, underneath a basket (???)=15 minutes wasted in my day, plus a fight with the studio couch which made me cry
-The library says that I have a book way over due that I returned three weeks ago
-I couldn't pay attention to a discussion on the existentialist themes in Samuel Beckett's Play in english class (not such a surprise really)
-I am not allowed to go to the bathroom (to blow my nose) during my 1 and 1/2 hour theatre class because it disrupts the flow of the work (where am I, grade two or university? give me a break) This did of course result in the positive aspect that I spent the entire class loudly snorting my snot down my throat every few minutes (which I hope annoyed the person who made the no bathroom rule)
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mmmm . . . snot throat . . . perfect! Perhaps it was the stars, cuz this taurus also had a terrifically shitty day, and all the virgo men i know went out and got staggering drunk. january giving one last nasty heave before it goes away.
i will remind you what we all know . . . actors are children . . . uh . . . i mean childlike . . . and sometimes those who deal with them forget that they are living, breathing gtownups and treat them like 7 year olds. Good that you got snot retribution.
i would suggest blaming the cats for everything else except the blankets. For that you have to practice rolling over on your edge of them just as you fall asleep, and maintaining a death-grip for the remainder of the night.
got to paint snakes
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