Am so sleep-deprived from daily routine of getting home from rehearsal at midnight/getting up at 5:47 for work that am only functioning at 49% of usual level, which is none too great even at peak sleep.

You know what is really sad?I spent five minutes yesterday color-coding levels of sleep deprivation. White is 8 hours/world is beautiful/fully alert/speed of light reflexes.

Orange is two weeks of 5 hours, cry-at-a-spilled-cup-of -coffee-delayed reaction-enlarged paranoia-misery.

I'm at a pale marigold right now.

Anyway - 2 pieces of good news.

1)Made off-off-Broadway debut on Monday
2)Am moving!More on that later....

Now must get some sleep before I start hallucinating.

Yesterday I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts on the way to rehearsal and the guy behind the counter gave me free Munchkins. Not sure whether it was my mojo working overtime or the general patheticness of my demeanor as I counted out 1.77 in change for my medium lemon tea with extra sugar. But I prefer to think it was my mojo.

Am devastatingly sexy beast exuding powerful pheremones that make grown men give away their pastry for free. Grrrrrrr....

Yesterday I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts on the way to rehearsal and the guy behind the counter gave me free Munchkins. Not sure whether it was my mojo working overtime or the general patheticness of my demeanor as I counted out 1.77 in change for my medium lemon tea with extra sugar. But I prefer to think it was my mojo.

Am devastatingly sexy beast exuding powerful pheremones that make grown men give away their pastry for free. Grrrrrrr....

Two recent personal comments I received that made me go hmmmm?

1) Child at school: Miss Spiller, how come all your teeth are so yellow?

2) Coffee shop co-worker: Boy, your uniqueness is really peaking today, isn't it?

OK, my new and productive life was just as unproductive as my old unproductive life.
But I paid my rent, none of my kids got hurt, and I didn't break anything.
AND I saw Duran Duran in concert and let me tell you, they were damn fine. If my ass looks 1/3 as good as Simon Le Bon's when I am in my forties I will die a happy woman.