Drastic measures

Since I've got a cold and a sore throat and this WILL NOT DO when I've got three "performances" of the play to go, I've decided to take drastic measures. I cannot afford to be sick right now, so I'll try and actually eat something with vitamins in them instead of my usual always-the-same crap.
Of course this meant I had to go to the supermarket since the only things I have at home are... you've guessed it, my usual crap.
I bought myself two portions of pre-sliced and packaged vegetable-salad-type-things for which I paid a fortune. Yes, I know, it's completely ridiculous. I'd have been much smarter to just buy carrots, cucumbers and salad and I would've paid about a third of what I paid now. The only problem is that then I wouldn't eat it. I know I won't. I've got time today, but no time to slice and god knows what else tomorrow or the days after that. I need something bite-sized and ready to go. Hence, paying a fortune.
I also bought kiwifruits and -shock horror- already ate one. Vitamin C, thank you very much.
And to top it all of I bought this crap. No clue if it works, but I'm desperate. I need to be relatively healthy till at least Saturday and -preferably- not faint on stage.
Oooh. And I'm going to eat a spoonful of honey to cure my throat in a second.

Good god, in a few week's time I might actually look *healthy*, imagine that.

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DJ, take me away

I survived opening night. Barely. Between my mother and my nerves, I barely managed to hang on. According to the director we (I?) pretty much sucked, but he seemed happy enough on the second night. Three more to go and then I can fall into a great big pit of nothingness.
Or not! Because it's Eurovision season. True to form, I'm already working on my Eurovision previews (you've got to love Youtube) and they're already being "published" elsewhere.

For now my throat aches, my eyes itch (bloody make-up), I'm covered in bruises (bloody play!) I've not indulged my TV obsession in ages (Flikken last night doesn't count, seeing as it's more of an "I can't believe how bad it's gotten"-thing) and I get the feeling my hair (the little of it I had to begin with) has already thinned even further. Am I turning into an Ood?
I think trying to have a decent meal is the thing to do today... vitamins. Vitamins. (If I'm not making any sense, I do apologise, it'll get better after this week, I promise)

For those of you still brave enough to come watch the play. I heard last night that it's a "hoerenboel". *g* Be warned.

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Divine

Dress rehearsal tonight, which for some reason feels like an actual performance. Even though it's er... not. Not completely anyway. I fear I'll be a lot more nervous tomorrow for opening night. I pity those who'll come into contact with me. Woe is them.

Despite being too busy to think, let alone know what's going on in the world I *am* aware of the most important facts. Belgium has a new little princess (again), the cats are shedding hairs and there's a mini Eurovision riot! wahey! Long live the French. After last year's entry could only be considered in the French language if you tried really hard (and god I loved that song), this year's entry is in English! Shock! Horror!
It's bloody good though... though it probably won't score on the night. Shame, cos the song does deserve it.
In honour of controversy: Monsieur Sébastien Tellier - Divine:

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Oh hello there

I'm running from here to there, with a few stops in between to satisfy my Geek Television Obsession. The play (which appears more and more doomed each day, though that could mainly be my fear of failure speaking) is at its last week of rehearsals so I'm gone most evenings (or this week: every evening but one). I'm trying to find time to eat, sleep, give the cats some affection and listen to the Eurovision songs of this year in between all this. Oh, and work, though you need to set priorities, don't you.

So if it seems as if I've dropped from the face of the earth, don't panic, I haven't. I'm still alive and kicking (though quite emotional and stressy these days) and coming soon to theatre near you (with acting skills similar to those of a "Familie actreuse").

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meme

Lula Bites tagged me... ooh-er. And since I always do what women tell me to do (that's just how I am), here goes:

1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 (or more) pages.
The Celluloid Closet (revised edition) by Vito Russo

2. Open the book to page 123 and find the 5th sentence.
Homosexuals were the prime suspects in "The Boston Strangler", rapists in "Riot" and hairdressers or queens in "No Way to treat a lady", "Valley of the Dolls", "The Producers", "The Loved One" and countless stock comedies.

3. Post the next 3 sentences:
Fear, hiding and self-destruction -the closet syndrome-, were implicit in all these films. Homosexuality had become the dirty secret exposed at the end of the last reel.
(and that's the end of the chapter)

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Spotted

Two spiders.
Both dead. Thank god.

Where would I be without my feline avengers?!

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My inner and outer Geek

Battlestar Galactica is back!
Welcome back, Boomer and Six...



And so's Doctor Who!
Welcome back, er... Doctor!

(You know, if Daleks were as nice-looking as Boomer or Six, I'd have posted a photo of them too, but alas... if you're a member of the Daleks Liberation Front and you don't like that, tough.)


What an exciting life I lead, eh.

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Silver lining

As I was jogging tonight (as you do), I passed by a football field (soccer field for the American sports-cretins). 22 blokes on the field. Boring. But on the sidelines, the girls' soccer team was watching the match. Now that was something else entirely. One of the nicer things about being quite a girly dyke is that you can check out hot girls and usually they don't even notice.

Incidentally, this came on my ipod as I was nearly home and I thought it quite fitting (totally unrelated to the nice footballgirls, but anyway).

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Oh really

Now if only Mr Leno would have said this on television instead of a statement, I'd have been more impressed.

Go on, Jay, make your straightest face.

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Ah well

For some reason today's not a good day. I'll get over it, after all, only 8 more hours to go and we're tomorrow. And what's tomorrow if not a completely different day. I'll console myself with Chinese food and try not to be too hard on myself. And I'll have another listen to the Israeli participant for Eurovision... though that's not exactly going to lift my spirits (it's good though, it is).

Have I mentioned I think April Fool's day, as well as summer hour, is one of the stupidest inventions of the year?

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