Rabbit, rabbit.

That's usually my mantra every 1st of the month, when my alarm goes off; this morning was no different. I'm incredibly superstitious, and this little truncated saying is 'posed to bring one luck for the month.


I desperately need it this month, so I'm manifesting it mentally, and asking the universe to hear my request.


It paid off today, a bit; I had the 2nd of two performances of a show that I've been working on today. It went much better than the first; still a few rough spots, but I suppose I can't expect any different considering I didn't put that much effort into working the script. But I landed two other shows; rehearsals start soon and one of them for sure will require a bit more attention, since 3 of us will be doing it. Both shows will be the same day next month: a kid's show at 1:00, then a mainstage production at 2:00. Plus I have a training that I'm helping to coordinate that is happening that weekend. I'll be at the training all the day before, the morning of the shows, then afterward, I have to jam back to the training to help close it out. It'll be a long freakin' weekend. But it should be fun.

I'm excited, slightly, since, despite the fact that it's the Childrens Theatre Department of a local community college, at least I'm back working on shows with some fun people. It's been six years since my last show.


It's a full moon, which explains why I'm so totally fucking crabby. Ha, ha...no Cancerian pun intended. Regardless, full moon = my own private cycle. Good times.


Last night a friend had a Halloween party, but I just couldn't find the spirit to go (zing!! Am I full of them right now or what?!). Seriously, though. Way bitchy yesterday, since I had the most amazingly shitty morning I've had in quite some time. It stuck with me all day so I decided to stay home and punish my liver. After all, if you're going to be in a foul mood, why not be drunk to really top it off?!


I'm not a big holday person. Next to Pride, Halloween is THE biggest queer holiday of the year. But I still don't care. Wasn't in the mood to figure out a costume. All my friends were stunned and seemingly offended that I wasn't going to dress up, as if the simple act of NOT donning stupid disguises was the equivalent of spoiling the holiday for everyone, which I know I've already branted about, but it still pisses me off. Bite me.

I looked at my calendar today for November and just about shit my pants. It's FULL. I have no idea how that happened but I really have to start doing a better job at NOT saying "yes" to every last little piddlyass thing. So as soon as I post this, I'm going to go get my calendar and put big ole "X"s in various days in December and January so as to remind myself to slow down and not feel obliged to do everything that crosses my path.

Rabbit, rabbit.