I’m here.

I apologize for my silence yesterday and today.  I’ve just been on the okay-edge of sick all week, and I came home Tuesday night to be sick and haven’t had a breath of rest since.  Que c’era, c’era. 

Tech week is going well, I suppose.  Bryan asked me last night what I thought of our show, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care.  I told him.  We’re just at a point where the show is what it is, and I’m happy with what I’m doing, and that’s all I can control. (The show, by the way, is actually very sweet.  And quick.  Sweet and quick.)

So I got, perhaps, one of the greatest compliments EVER the other day.  From Rankin.  Now, keep in mind that Rankin was very much a fatherly-figure to me since his son and I were attached at the hip growing up.  And although he is a very sweet father, he and I were never very affectionate to eachother.  The other day he told me that I have improved onstage 150% since high school, and that I was one of the smartest actresses he’s seen.  “Keep that up, kid,” he said, “And you’ve got what it takes to make it professionally.”

It really meant a lot to me.  Just thought I’d share.

My eyes are huge today.  I think we’re going to have to forego stage makeup on my eyes.  I hate that; it makes me feel like a diva.  Like my precious skin is too good for the dollar-store makeup.  But when I can’t open my eyes.. well, I think it’s worthy of diva-ness.

If Will & Grace ever makes a stage play, I am SOOOO Karen.

Enough rambling today.  I’m off to play nurse.