I’ve been sitting here, laboring over something funny to write.

I’ve got nothing.

Last night’s rehearsal was so wonderful.  It was so necessary, in so many ways.  Aside from the fact that we hadn’t rehearsed in almost two weeks.. it was just nice to be around funny, smart, boisterous individuals again.  I laughed a lot, got tons of chill bumps, and basically had a great time.  I wasn’t really looking forward to the rehearsal after the day I’d had, but once it got started.. I realized how much I really needed it.

I’ve been asked to take a role in Perky’s something or other over at RT.  Woo.

So I made a huge mistake last night and took some of Bryan’s prescription cough syrup.  Medicine usually never bothers me, so I didn’t think twice about it.  And I only took a teaspoon of it.  But, as it turns out, hydrocodone will knock me on my ass.  I barely made it to the bed, and I’m still having trouble staying awake.  But, hey, I slept GREAT!

The phrase for yesterday?  “Not my kid.”  It’s a mantra.

I’ve often been asked how I can find the time to blog.  This is how I put it.  I’m not a smoker, nor have I ever been, but I’ve often envied them.  Because, for ten minutes every hour, they get to take a break, go outside, and enjoy the time away from their desks.  I want that right.  I want to be granted ten minutes every hour that I’m allowed to indulge in an addiction.  So.. I blog!  (But in all seriousness, if I were to blog ten minutes every hour while I’m at work, this site would be unnecessarily long.)

So that’s the scoop.  Straight from the spoon.