let's start at the very middle

it's a very good place to start as well... (is obnoxious lesson-song from banal 1960's musical theatre piece stuck in your head yet?)

i can't seem to catch a break to save my life - if, that is, the break includes being able to get a sufficient amount of Sleep... sleep is a beautiful thing - i adore it - and yet we seem to never be in the same room together; an unrequited love which i gallantly allow to slip through my fingertips rather than following my heart, chasing down, clubbing over the head and dragging back to my cave to indulge in at length...

damn i'm tired...

see, this year (which is exactly half way over - hence the very middle) has been a mite on the whirlwind side, got cast in a show early (on hold for march/april/may in early Feb ?? :P) just in time to have survival job explode into 150% of the work i never do on a regular basis anyway which calmed down to the day of tech for said show opening and beginning rehearsals for my current project which closes tonight... trust me, that sentence may not be grammatically correct - but it sure as shootin' is perfectly indicative of the last 6 months of life...

the past week has been a roller coaster of an entirely different type of theme park; Chaosland. with a three week trip to winston-salem NC for the SAFD actor combatant workshop (oh Yeah!) only minutes away (well thousands of minutes - but still) i had planned to sublet my apartment for the month... found what looked like the perfect situation - despite needing to couch surf a bit on the front end to make up the week i wasn't out of town but had given away the house... until lameobrains writes two days into the sublease to back out and i discover the jerk hadn't fed my cats... went All the way back to my house to return the keys and STILL did not feed the living creatures she had pledged to care for... let's just say if we knew each other better i'd be using stronger terminology than jerk...

ensue frantic scramble - and miraculous finding of new Better sublesse and relieved passing of the torch (complete with mailbox key) and then planned to move on to couch surf destination #2... another benevolent shift in the winds of the universe which saw my friend in need of a cat sitter the very week I was out of a home before traveling... last night was to be my first night, but my penultimate show was the one my folk could actually make it out to attend and so of course the post-show drink and deconstruct had to happen before I made my way over to the wilds of 84th and York... after walkabouting randomly for 40 blocks or so I gave up and hitched a cab for the remainder of the journey and pulled up in front of my destination - brand new set of keys in hand.... labeled and carabinered and everything... 'front' check - 'front' again... no sweat... Ah hell 4th floor walk-up... trudge trudge trudge... "A" sweet... 'bottom' - ah one of those ones you gotta hold open.. .K, 'top'... click, click, clickclickclickclick What The Fuuu You are seriously kidding me - right?

it was no joke... rule number one kiddos ALWAYS check the copies of your keys before handing them over to the person feeding your Cat!!!

an hour and a half and $225 later (which she swears she will get back to me - and oh you better believe it 'cuz Dudeface only took cash) I finally close the apartment door behind me...

The cat attacks, I kid you not, I lost some skin...