Oh... yes... I slept... fitfully, I tossed, I -

- woke up every hour on the hour without fail in Jessie's bed facing the wall with my phone on my chest, and my waking up was only once due to my phone's alarm clock that was still set. Thank the gods I didn't go on the Senior trip. I bet everyone there is actually thrilled that she and I didn't go. It's very frustrating to not be able to write too much about sleeping over at Jessie Birdman's house last night because I know that people I would rather not be reading this are, and I know that I would be criticized and / or lectured for most of the things I have to say. And it's not that big of a deal and there's nothing to worry about blah, blah, blah, but I'd much rather be able to write about everything I want without the chance of someone in my family, or someone at my school, or someone older than me who thinks they know what's best reading it and freaking out. So you might be saying to yourself, "Then why don't you just write in a journal? Write to yourself." Guys, I'm a Leo and a Rooster, which means I need an audience. Without an audience, my art has no purpose because I don't gain satisfaction from something unless it impacts someone else in a different way than it does me because it's rare that I gain complete satisfaction from my own work in the first place. So basically I'm saying, "pay attention to me, but I can't really tell you everything I want to.. so don't.. but don't go away."
I'm a twat.

In other news, ladies and gentlemen, I've received a second bad show review working with Winding Road Theater Ensemble, in the second production I've been a part of with them, from the same critic. Let's call it a tradition. I've just got through reading all of the comments on her article on the Tucson Weekly's website and it seems that everyone there is on the same page. No one would mind it being a bad review so much if it were actually a review of the performances and not just a bitchy rant. But who knows? Maybe someone in her family just died. Or her cat was in surgery. I just hope this doesn't stop too many people from coming to see our show and TALLY'S FOLLY. 
We shall see. If she shows up to DYING CITY tonight and we happen to recognize each other, I will do nothing but give her a smile and a song. Maybe.

The other day I posted that art piece of Raja that I drew / inked, and the FuckyeahRaja Tumblr page reblogged it which is pretty exciting, and I posted it on the Raja Facebook page and it was commented on by the creator of said page which may or may not be Raja her/himself. Nice.
My nails look like a volcano, and my nose and cheeks are contoured again today. I'm sticking my legs out of that cocoon I was in, and maybe soon I'll be all the way out.
I bought a vest pattern at Joann Fabrics today, and hopefully I'll be capable of making a few vests. I'm thinking a lace back? Yes? Yes.

A man just came in wanting to buy tickets for DYING CITY, and Michael isn't here so I told him when tickets would be on sale. He recognized me from performing with Winding Road, and said some nice things about my performances around town. I'm still having to get used to things like that. Weird, but kind of amazing.
Take that Forrester.