Today I was wearing all black(as I am wont to do because it goes with everything and stains don't show) and a big black hat and as I was waiting for the bus a bunch of guys drove by and screamed something at me in Spanish that sounded fairly unfriendly. Unfortunately I don't speak Spanish - wish I did - but I did recognize the word muerta, and I am wondering if it was a death threat or a comment on my fashion sense. Made me think, anyway. Made me think I should wear less black. Every time I try to shop for clothes I end up buying the same black pants. I have more black pants and black Tshirts than anyone should have, and it's not because I don't like other things, I love colors and patterns and flowers and lace and sparkles and all that girly stuff, I just can't bring myself to wear it.
But all that black is getting kind of depressing.

I have Internet access again. Finally. Have had way too many tearful conversations with customer service personnel in the past two months. Move is completed and I am happily ensconced in my hot little yellow room in my new apartment which is idyllic except for the fact that roommates are not as vigilant about door-locking as I am and girlfriend of one of my roommates tends to share a little too much. I'm not anti-sharing, but everything in moderation, right?

Am also rehearsing for production of Hamlet, which goes up in August. I get to say, "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark". I really couldn't ask for any more out of life.
Although the theater is hotter than hell and last night we were rehearsing the opening scene which takes place in bitter cold and I was standing backstage with a group of fellow thespians, sweat pouring down our faces as we jumped around shivering and saying things like,"God, it must have dropped thirty degrees" and "I'd give anything for a hot toddy" and I thought to myself....this is distinctly weird.