What the Deuce?

Work. Eat. Nap. Drive. Rehearse. Eat. Drive. TV. Sleep.

Note the "nap" and "TV"...changing things up! Crazy!

We returned to the bastion of corporate evildoing known as McDonald's last night (I have demanded that our next meal take place at some place that doesn't make me feel unclean inside), where Nick was the first of us to finally be ballsy enough to point confidently at the menu and ask for something that wasn't on it, Dane Cook-style. Bill used his feminine wiles to convince Mary at the counter to make me a salad...apparently they were out. Funny, they never seem to run out of compressed miscellaneous chicken parts or compressed miscellaneous cattle parts. I once again fell victim to the compressed miscellaneous potato parts...damn the McDonald's fries for being so tasty. See, I like my fries a certain way, that kind of golden almost but not quite burnt on the outside thing, and they do well with that, and Kyle is quite good at separating out his fries, setting aside the ones I would like. Not before, of course, he DROWNS the poor things in salt, and this is the exchange in which he attempted to make sense of that to all of us:

Kyle: There are watered down people somewhere in this world who would kill to have this much salt.

Alyson: Watered down, what the...people aren't beverages, Kyle.

We took a bunch of pictures last night. Cathy probably doesn't really want her actors on stage stopping dialogue to say "Wait, hold that pose, that's funny" *click*, but Kyle and I were trying to make sure we captured the best possible facial expressions. Sarah and Nick share some of the sweetest moments in "Poor Sweet Baby".

So I read back over that, and I'm not very happy about how much time I spent on french fries.

Random Moment: One of my coworkers is out for the week, and yesterday it was FREEZING in here, so I borrowed her sweater, and then when I had to go to the ladies' room, I suddenly became very uncomfortable about the fact that I was in the restroom and wearing her sweater, so I had to put it back first. Is that weird?

Today I'm happy because a completely random stranger stumbled onto my blog and thought it was funny. This makes me happy because lately I've been feeling like this crap could not POSSIBLY be interesting to anyone but me. (This is probably still true, but Happy Stranger has deluded me into believing I may be entertaining.)

Someday I'm going to write a short post.