Archive for July 10th, 2007

My Dad is disappointed in Izzybella and me.  He thought we were adults, he told her. It’s not like the movie’s going anywhere between now and Saturday. Not like midnight tonight is our only chance. I hope she didn’t tell him that I splurged on a hot pink punk wig and a wand.

Last night’s rehearsal was really productive. We got a very complicated scene blocked. I play one of 4 Death figures, and we make very exaggerated movements and stances with our bodies. When I got home last night, my thighs were quivering, and not in a Barry White “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby” kind of way.

And considering (a) how late it was when I got home and (b) that tonight I will be up until 3 a.m., one might think I would have known enough to go right to sleep.  The only problem with that is that (a) I always have trouble sleeping after rehearsal and it was too late to take an Ambien and (b) I was right in the middle of a fascinating book.  So I took my Benadryl (more on that in a mo) and read until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I deliberately didn’t look at the clock, but it must have been around midnight. This morning I slept an extra half hour, and after throwing on some clothes, I sat down and read until I noticed with a start that I should have left for work 5 minutes earlier. 

When I get home from work today, I’m going to sleep for a few hours. AFTER I finish reading the book. It’s really good.  And actually, I say now that I’m going to sleep for a few hours, but I make no guarantee that will actually happen. And then we have rehearsal tonight, and then 5 of us are off to the movies.  It is scheduled to start at 12:01, and it’s 2 hours and 19 minutes. I figure I’ll be home between 2:30 and 3. And I have to be at work at 7 a.m. tomorrow.

Zombie much?

Okay. I said I’d tell you about the Benadryl. Remember how I got really sick, went to the doctor, got a teensy bit better and then got worse again? Well after I finished my course of antibiotics, I started taking my Benadryl again. And I started getting better again. I think what happened is that with the funky weather we’ve been having, and all the rain, my allergies were acting up something fierce. So I was coping with bad allergy problems on top of the upper respiratory infection. Anyway, better. My voice still croaks like a frog, but my throat hardly hurts at all. And I’m still coughing, but not as much.  So yay for the feeling better.

Yesterday when I got home from work, I let Molly out in the back yard so she could take care of business.  Realizing she’d been out for quite a while, I went to the back door and opened it to see her gleefully rolling around on her back in the grass. I wish I’d had my camera handy, because it was the cutest thing I’d seen.  She continued rolling around until I started laughing. I think her feelings were hurt, because she immediately jumped up and scampered into the living room and lay down with her back towards me. I apologized profusely and told her that I wasn’t laughing because she was being goofy, but because she was so cute. She forgave me with a kiss and then meandered down the hall to crawl under the bed.

Anyway, back to Harry and carpe diem-ing. I wish Dad could understand how much fun this all is. Yes, I know it’s a little juvenile. I fully realize that the movie will still be playing on the weekend when I don’t have to be at work at 7 a.m. the next day. I realize that it’s not necessary for me to pick up the book at midnight on the 20th/21st, because it would still be there waiting for me the next day. But it’s fun. It’s fun to put on a hot pink punk wig and go hang out with a whole bunch of other people who are as excited about this as I am. It’s fun to spend the time with my sister and friends, and speculate about the ending. I’ve had such a great time with Harry over the last few years. I’ll do the midnight showings of the last two movies as well, but as far as the books go, this is the end. It’s going to be over. I’ll know for sure whether Snape is on the side of the good or on the side of the bad. I’ll know if Harry makes it. I’ll know if Neville kicks Bellatrix’s butt. I’ll finally (I hope) get to see Ron and Hermione get together. I’ll cry when people I love die, and I’ll close that book at 5 a.m. Saturday July 21st, and I’ll be sad because it’s finished. There won’t be any more books.

So even though I love my Dad madly, I say  carpe diem, dammit!

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