I really wanted to hide in the bathroom all day but had to be all kind and patient because I need a paycheck. Low moments of my day/night included (but were not limited to):
- Waking up with the awful beginnings of a cold (sore throat, head, body)
- An endless dance class with loud percussion in the room next door
- Rearranging the 73-person VIP seating chart in five minutes
- Getting coffee for Mr. Special Lyricist Man while I was supposed to be simultaneously placing signs for said seating chart and opening the box office
- Crying at my desk
I'd be ashamed of the crying-at-my-desk part if it hadn't been so well-earned. Today was a shit storm.
Which of course means that - despite being sick - I definitely had 3 or so glasses of wine in the VIP room as soon as that show was rolling. And some fancy crudites.
Now I'm home eating cookies and still feeling sickly and exhausted, but at least I made it through, right? I'm tempted to dip into the Becherovka too (hey thanks Dave!), but that puts me about two seconds away from being this tomorrow:
- 5/13/09 - 9:32am
drinking a bottle of wine, and then going out to the bar
on a tuesday
molly: uh oh
someone needs some hashbrowns....
andrea: i do
or cheezits and nesteaYeah. Maybe just Nyquil. And this: