Happy Birthday to me! Holy

Happy Birthday to me!

Holy cow, I haven’t written in here in a long time. No time like the present… especially now that I finally have net access at work again, thank god.

First of all, it is my birthday. I am so happy for myself. See, all year long I’ve been this really boring age… an age where nothing happens … an age where you’re no longer just barely able to drink and not yet old enough for cheap insurance. Just a really uneventful age. Now, I’m an age that at least sounds like it’s not so in-betweeny.

So, here I am, back at good old Property Management Company Name Withheld. The busiest job I’ve ever had, and despite the fact that it makes me CRAZY, the one I’ve gotten least sick of as time goes by. They’re considering hiring me permanently at some point - and despite the fact that I would have to dress up every day and keep myself looking a lot more conservative than I’d like, I might just take it. It’s so nice having dependable income every week. I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be able to sleep at night without thinking about money.

A lot of really interesting stuff has happened since I wrote last - my hour-long encounter with a charming homeless man who recited Shakespeare and sang Jesus Christ Superstar for me in the middle of the street, my fabulous Thanksgiving at the casa de Emmons, Poledouris, y Rogers… and the whole deal with Orgasmo and my resulting shift of opinion relating to several people in the Seattle Theatre Community. (Seriously, some people are far more shallow, short-sighted, and immature than they may first appear. Even if they’re charming and engaging and make you think they really like you and care about your work.)

In any case, I’m back…

oh, and hey. Pamala! Come get your monitor! ;)