She's precocious and She Knows Just What it Takes to make a Pro Blush

This is me and Sharon on Saturday. Sharon's the girl I went to bellydancing with. She's awesome. And hopefully, once the show ends, I can return and shake my little groove thing.

The guy in back of us? Derek's friend. Derek's friend that was determined to hook up with me. Seriously. I have slobber marks. To no avail. To be working that hard and still get turned down? That's bad, man. And I'm easy to boot. But I cannot stand when a guy's agenda is tattooed on his forehead.

I love like a blitzkrieg. And I expect others to do the same.

But the show went well. For an opening night with not too much time in the theatre, only a few bumps and bruises. I am so proud of this show I can hardly stand it. I kept grabbing for Daniel because my love of him knows no bounds. And that was even before he helped us move. I have to say, I devoured that stage. I'm lucky enough to have a character that has to walk out onstage and just own it. It was fun. It is fun. It will be fun.

I can't wait. It's gonna be AWESOME.

Dad bought me an air conditioner. I think it's because I've lost some weight. Don't ask me to make the connection, but my dad's generosity and my dress size are inexplicably linked. But I am grateful for it. And I showed them my office, and Dad made me take pictures of me sitting at my desk. My desk that has the bunnies driving in the background. Seriously, Kristen. Sending me that picture changed my life. I shut down my computer every day and just giggle. I'm a total crazy person in the office. Ah, well. That's just how I roll.

I also rolled until about 8 or 9 in the morning on Sunday. I woke up, went to brunch with Devon, Spring, Chris, and a brief cameo with Sleazy, and then we joined Dru and Junebug back at Flatplex. We watched Sean of the Dead (which, if you haven't seen, get it now--it's frackin' hilarious). Devon and I took a cab back. A cab that apparently been in operation since 1862. It was old, yo. And the driver was older. And crazier. He told what every building used to be, and proceeded to tell us all the dangers of living in Brooklyn. Still drunk and such, I couldn't have cared less. I was fantasizing about my bed. And if there was a murderer in the closet, I would hope he would have the courtesy of waiting until I was asleep to attack me. I had waited too long for this.

I shower. I go to bed at 6:30. I wake up at midnight. I watch a little of Center Stage before slinking back off to bed. I sleep like the dead. I dream of Harry Potter. I wake up and can't believe the life that I lead. I wake up and am still confused about the red ink stains on my hand. I wake up and only wonder a little bit why I'm sore.

I wake up and decide I need to be asleep again as soon as possible.