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Making a shadow show in Providence, RI. wooooooo.. |
@kbert i am terrified of this ferret wreath. terrified!! |
i might be procrastinating from my puppetmaking responsibilities. being in love is kind of a flimsy excuse, but there you have it. |
@hanabel i love the Kenmore mini ultra...http://tinyurl.com/6mqtao |
making amplified sound happen in the barn! yes i can! |
getting over a cold, just in time to have a show this weekend in the barn! Sunday 3pm, live music forevah! 8 Main St, ladiesngents. |
going to rural PA to do a puppet show at Frank Lloyd Wright conference. I hope will never be able to type that sentence again. |
wishes she had a dog to snorgle. but will be satisfied to get back to snorgling someone else's cat. |
First night puppet rehearsal in NYC is pure delight. I am now celebrating Toast's arrival in Costa Rica by sleeping. |
parents. Toast. humid sticky NJ. could be worse. |
contemplating a long day and a list of things to do before i leave town again. *sigh* |
@fruitandsugar thanks, you! i am flattered ... i always think people are older than me, there ya go. |
@jmblock you obviously haven't read bell hooks' newest "On Elevators and Not Getting Off Them". Get with it! |
is 28! and not at all unhappy about it. hot tubbing will ensue. |
is feeling broke. brokey brokey broke. and waiting for the Surner Oil people to come fix our hot water problem. sigh. |
mondaying. with coffee and toast and the Jump-Off Creek by Molly Gloss. i assume i'll have to go to work at some point. |
slowing down. feels good. really good. |
sitting in bed, reading Foucault and wishing it was as entertaining as Season Two of Buffy. |
Rita's claim that Custard + Ice = Happiness? Entirely true. |
in Philly! sans Lyme disease, but now with a giant sunburn on my ass. damn you, Seaside Heights! You and your beachy splendors! |
