My cat just got VERY UPSET for no reason a'tall.
Now I must shower and make myself presentable so I can drive to the Acting Emporium to meet Chali and then backtrack to pick up Brett from his photo session at the O'Willards. Robyn and I have realized this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but no one really cares. I hope we go through a drive-thru tonight. I love going through the drive-thru.
The birthday party last night was fun. Bridget was attired in a fluorescent green top and super zealous. I sat next to Lynn West who is beautiful and Paul and I decided fiddling was HOT.
They made everybody take a rock when they left. Says something Irish on it. I knew almost no one. Which I prefer because then I am not expected to speak.
Jack Cheese likes to sleep on top of my hands when I am typing.
I think I am going to do a spot of Shakespeare acting. I am pleased by this. I have wanted to have a whack at that for a while. I can only assume I will be attired in all black accented here and there with little dried bundles of berries and twigs.
Oh- Southampton is still alive. I just heard him skittering around. I can't feel my left foot.