1) I’ll be driving to Cleveland come Sunday. I don’t know if the funeral is when they said it will be, because last I heard, the body wasn’t there yet. But I’m slated to start working on Thursday, so I should go and maybe I’ll be at something.

2) One of my friends is now the poster child for why you shouldn’t put pins in your mouth. He thought he swallowed it, which caused some hilarious times in the ER. He didn’t, but it amused me for some time the phone call we had where I got to yell at him for not paying attention in our costume practical class where they say “irons are hot, pins are sharp – don’t touch or put in mouth” (yes, that was the exact lecture we were given.)

3) The Bald One’s been told to leave me at home when he goes out tonight if he goes out. I might hit him if he does, as he’s ditched me almost every night this week and is going to a concert tomorrow. It’s a boy’s night out and I so get that, but at the same time…grr. I’ve been home alone all day for all week with no theater in the evening. He’s come home and either fallen asleep on the floor or gone out with friends. Fuck you, we’re having us time since I’m leaving town for half a week.

4) I went to a crafty thing the other day and the woman was trying to get me to become a demonstrator. I’ve been doing this so long and I’ve been getting really good at the stuff, she thinks I would be great at it. But honestly, starting would be a PITA, I think. I just go, have fun, and help addict others there. But it’s getting sadly repetitive with her trying to convince me to join the dark side. Not that I haven’t entertained the idea and the discount…I’m just not sure I’d be able to do more than the minimum needed to get by. And that’s no fun.