They Dont Love You Like I Love You
Finally fended off the Strep Throat Monster. I was terribly, terribly sick for three days. I haven't been down like that since my surgery back in 2008. I dont know what I did to deserve that, but holy crap! It was awful. Now? It's the ragweed. Jeesh. It's like we cant catch a break at my house.
Speaking of my house, we are stone cold sober and it completely sucks. The husband has made the rounds of job interviews, none of which panned out. I'm still waiting to hear back about an Arts Writer position with the trendy, progressive paper in the area. If that doesn't work, it's all good. I really would like to score it, tho.
I'm beginning the month of hell with the show I'm Production Stage Managing: Full Monty. Yep, there's nudity. And drama. And good friends. And saucy flirtations. And extreme fatigue. I love it and hate it. There's a novelty to it: it will be the last one for a while. I'm sure glad it ends on Halloween because I know I will be a total fucking wreck when it's over.
I no longer work for American Theatre Company in the daytime. It ended well and I left with my head held high. I collected my last paycheck, which, of course, caused massive money-head-spins, but I think I have that worked out as well.
I have been waiting for answers about October, and now that I am no longer horizontal and wishing for death, they are smashing against my noggin like a freight train. I gotta keep my cool, but damn it if all these decisions aren't eating me alive.
In an effort to take some major adult steps forward, we are supposed to be looking into home ownership...mostly with the adoption in mind. It's rather difficult to do that without the actual children here. This process is taking FOREVER as we are waiting on the State of California to come back with our background checks. It's been nine months...I could have hired someone to give birth for us by now!
I guess I'm answering my own questions about whether or not to keep renting: I want my own house to destroy as I wish, but that goal just keeps walking away.
Off to garden. I need some major grounding, earth-loving energy.
Also? I need to walk away from the theatre for a bit. One would think that having one's ass kissed all the time is fun, but, honestly? I dont really know who my friends are anymore here. I have a trip home to LA on the horizon in April. I'll put that in my heart and attempt to get my head straight this week.