"ninganinganinganinganinganing"

That's a direct quote from Princess Böredom there. She's pretty hopped-up on steroids and albuterol, and breathing much better now. She says all she feels is cough now...no crackle in her lungs. Whew.

Thanks to the drugs and the new AC installed up in her room, she slept pretty soundly from about 11 p.m. through the night, despite my Stoopid Parent Trick of coming up every 45 minutes or so to check on her. (shaking head) By the time the sun rose, I was drooling with exhaustion and feeling kind of silly, but very relieved. Many thanks to agrnmn for letting me catch a nap before work, and to all the folks who volunteered to be on alert. I can't wait to walk/run and be thoroughly bludgeoned at fighter practice tonight -- perhaps that will clear the tweakishness out of my mind enough that I'll be able to sleep through the night tonight myself. For now, I have Pandora playing my Brick House station to keep my ass in gear.

I'd also like to sing hymns of praise to all the coffee beans who gave their lives so that I might be productive and alert today. ::blows mocha-flavored kisses::

As a tangential reference to chainwoman's post: My bra and panties match today -- they're black microfiber. I've been told it's particularly amusing that a thug chick like me has a thing for matching my bra and panties to my outfit whenever possible. I didn't used to do this; it started when I was All Done with breastfeeding. (shrug) :) Oh. And I had to wear panties, since I have a miniskirt on.

ETA: Listening to Hiding, by Breakestra. My poor hip flexor is melting. :)

Further ETA: Daughter has successfully lobbied her father to go to the park tonight. (sigh) She's been Most Excellent with her meds and taking it easy, and the Ozone Alert has been called off by the weather service. I suppose there are worse things for her to be all gonzo about. I'm fretful, but willing to let her come and sit around. Unofficial uncles are hereby authorized to metaphorically thump her if she appears to be behaving in a manner that would be unwise and I am not around to deliver said thumping myself.

catching up with questions

These are questions for angelbedwell. I don't think she watches my journal, really, but she asked for the questions. Pass it on?

1. With Bye Bye Birdie opening, I'm curious: What are your pre-show rituals? Aside from the energy I'm certain you put into rehearsing and preparation, what are the superstitious things and psychological triggers that are important to your sense of readiness?

2. It was really fun to read about Coquette's New Hair last year, and how that kicked your character up a notch. What's in store this year? Or is that a trade secret?

3. Though I don't ordinarily read your journal, I recall that you switched jobs not horribly long ago. How's that going for you? Is the honeymoon over? What's still splendid?

4. In the absence of a specific request from the director, what's the piece you prefer to sing (or otherwise perform) at an audition? Why?

5. This is a two-parter: What's the question you (perhaps inwardly) roll your eyes at, when a new acquaintance asks it? What were you hoping I wouldn't ask you? Quite possibly, these two things are the same.