Umm...oops.

So there I go again, jumping into projects with a total focus on self. And now, because I'm going to be tech for 1940s Radio Hour, I'm running that super-fun risk of missing several La Mancha rehearsals and also letting J down, because he'd already bought tickets to Muse and Scissor Sisters, and now I can't go to either. He still loves me anyway, right? But on the upside, now I get to see Larry, which is very exciting stuff, and be in a room with Jeff watching him do whatever it is he does, which is also exciting, and get back to Bay Street for a while, which is not really all that exciting, but it is sort of a home to me in a weird sort of way. Plus, I haven't teched a show since high school, and I think I need to schlepp some props around for a while to learn to further appreciate my backstage angels. If I'm thinking of getting back into assistant directing or anything like that, I need to reacquaint myself with that end of production.

I left my cell phone at home today, which means I am faced with the daunting task of making it through an entire day without a text message. I don't know if I'm up to that challenge.

I am slipping further and further down the slippery ipod slope. It's just a matter of time before I crack and make a mad dash for the Apple store at Millenia to snap up a shiny new U2 Limited Edition red-and-black gadget I won't know how to use.

Today I am happy because I discovered that my M-A-C Pro card opens me up to a whole other line of products to which your average consumer does not have access. J, attempting to brush his teeth, despairingly surveyed the bathroom sink this morning while I had my four separate makeup cases spread out and announced that I needed a much larger case, and possibly my own bathroom. My daytime look is becoming more complex every day...maybe I'll be a makeup artist when I grow up.