Seminar is closing :(
It was announced today that Seminar is ending its run... on Sunday. HOLY. SHIT. We are just sneaking in under the wire. I feel soooo bad for Justin (and Jeff) because the play's grosses dropped off pretty heavily once Alan Rickman left the cast, and that's gotta be a blow to the ego. I just hope that Justin had an amazing time doing it and that he takes a chance on Broadway again. And I'm now SUPER THANKFUL that we're going this weekend, esp. coz originally Snick had suggested an earlier date that I had vetoed to give myself more saving-money-for-trip time. Wow. UNDER THE MOTHERFUCKIN' WIRE.
Justin's also gonna be on tonight's ep of stupid stupid New Girl. UGH. Why I gotta watch this stupid show for you Justin whyyyyyyy.
Also. I have been getting the crappiest sleeps EVER lately. Constant weirdass dreams. Today, there were two.
In the first, I was complaining that I really wanted to see Reedus's Hello, Herman to *my mom*, and we saw an advertisement for it so she said she'd go with me. But the theatre was all post-apoca-type destroyed (but still showing the movie) -- it was like the theatre in Escape From New York -- and I was very confused because the movie being shown was Six Ways to Sunday (which I haven't actually SEEN) and it had been edited and I was pissed. Then I suddenly worked there and this old woman was complaining about her lost scrapbooking items in Lost and Found, and I was all *STOMP* FINE I WILL CHECK LOST AND FOUND LOUISE *STOMP*. Then we were at my mom's apartment and she dropped all her sewing stuff, and I was on the floor picking up needles (because somehow Cassie was there, too, and I didn't want her to swallow one) and there were like all these gross segmented white bugs in her carpet that I was killing with a quarter.
*throws up hands* I don't even know. I have also dreamt this post-apoca-style NYC Escape From New York-ish scenario recently, though. (In that one, Snick and I were in NYC to see Seminar, which was still playing, and I wanted to eat in this abandoned railcar that was set up in the middle of the road and was converted into a restaurant.) I guess it's trip anxiety? (Which, I DON'T KNOW WHY I'D BE HAVING THAT, except for the whole part about meeting Justin and being nervous and possibly vomiting on this shoes.)
And the anniversary of Mom's death is coming up on in just over a week, so I guess that explains her appearances in my dreams lately.
(The second dream, btw, was that I wasn't on the backstage list for the meet with Justin. Yeah. WTF SUBCONSCIOUS STOPPIT.)
Right. I should start making dinner. *nods*
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Justin's also gonna be on tonight's ep of stupid stupid New Girl. UGH. Why I gotta watch this stupid show for you Justin whyyyyyyy.
Also. I have been getting the crappiest sleeps EVER lately. Constant weirdass dreams. Today, there were two.
In the first, I was complaining that I really wanted to see Reedus's Hello, Herman to *my mom*, and we saw an advertisement for it so she said she'd go with me. But the theatre was all post-apoca-type destroyed (but still showing the movie) -- it was like the theatre in Escape From New York -- and I was very confused because the movie being shown was Six Ways to Sunday (which I haven't actually SEEN) and it had been edited and I was pissed. Then I suddenly worked there and this old woman was complaining about her lost scrapbooking items in Lost and Found, and I was all *STOMP* FINE I WILL CHECK LOST AND FOUND LOUISE *STOMP*. Then we were at my mom's apartment and she dropped all her sewing stuff, and I was on the floor picking up needles (because somehow Cassie was there, too, and I didn't want her to swallow one) and there were like all these gross segmented white bugs in her carpet that I was killing with a quarter.
*throws up hands* I don't even know. I have also dreamt this post-apoca-style NYC Escape From New York-ish scenario recently, though. (In that one, Snick and I were in NYC to see Seminar, which was still playing, and I wanted to eat in this abandoned railcar that was set up in the middle of the road and was converted into a restaurant.) I guess it's trip anxiety? (Which, I DON'T KNOW WHY I'D BE HAVING THAT, except for the whole part about meeting Justin and being nervous and possibly vomiting on this shoes.)
And the anniversary of Mom's death is coming up on in just over a week, so I guess that explains her appearances in my dreams lately.
(The second dream, btw, was that I wasn't on the backstage list for the meet with Justin. Yeah. WTF SUBCONSCIOUS STOPPIT.)
Right. I should start making dinner. *nods*
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