Excel

I'm sitting in my car waiting for the lighting supply store to open.  I need to buy some 5-pin to 3-pin DMX adapters because I don't have the time to make some myself. 

It's Friday, which feels good because there's no rehearsal tonight, which means that when I don't go to rehearsal tonight I won't be skipping it.  Because there isn't rehearsal.  Does that make any sense?  Basically, I get the feel-good benefit of not skipping rehearsal, but I also don't have to go to rehearsal. 

This conversation is a little bit moot (or "moo," as Joey says, "like a cow's opinion"), because I stopped going to rehearsals anyway.  I decided that the amount of contribution I was making at rehearsals was not worth the energy that I was expending being at rehearsals.

I'm going to stop saying any words that contain the word "rehearsal" now.

What else?  Tired mired.  That's what else.  Oh, and I wake up every morning feeling a little nauseous now.  Nerves.  I suspect it won't go away until after we open the new theater. 

Jeez!  Come on, lighting supply store, just open up already!

Sam's been pretty cute lately, for the most part.  I sure do enjoy our Tuesdays together.