Cascade

I had another seizure.

This one I feel is my own damn fault - I'd been very lax in taking my medication, because it had been over three years since I'd last seized. I was at work and felt nauseous, so I went to the bathroom and knelt in one of the stalls. Obviously I don't remember what happened next since I came to as I was being loaded into the ambulance, but it turns out one of my coworkers found me. My sister currently works in the same office as I do, so she was on hand to accompany me to the hospital.

I took the next day off work and got a very nice card from my coworkers, as well as some trashy magazines and chocolate.

Seizures blow. Not only because you chew up your tongue, but because they really ram home the fragility of your body. "What if I have one on the stairs? Near traffic?"  The possibilities for serious damage are too many to count.

So in reaction you dye your hair a fabulous mermaid colour and then cut off most of it, apparently.

One of the stylists watching my cousin cut it referred to it as a ‘micro bob’ and said, “it was big in the 90s.”
He looked 12. “I know,” I replied, “I was there.”


The Dark Entries show went off decently well.  The attendance was mostly friends, but that didn't really matter to me very much. The next time we do it, however, I think we should do only two films max - three was really pushing our time limit, and there were a ton of notes I didn't even get to. David and my sister were both very articulate and funny, and I would like to do a live show again. Maybe even strangers will come next time!

The Comedy of Terrors monthly show will be ending this Thursday. We had a really good run, but all of us involved are just too busy to give it the attention it deserves. The plan is to resurrect it as a bigger, better show that only happens a few times a year as opposed to monthly. I would prefer a different venue, too. But for now we just need to give it one last hurrah... and then we can all relax. Monthly shows take a lot out of you, and I don't even have to do most of the work on this one.


In spiritual news, I've backed off from the Old Man. It seems like once you get into the Norse pantheon you have to deal with Heathenry whether you want to or not, and that whole scene just sort of rubs me the wrong way. There's also the fact that I am stunningly uninterested in the rest of the pantheon and actively avoid one particular member, neither of which seems conductive to a close working relationship.

There are a few other things going on, however, so I'm certainly not bored.


Fran continues to be adorable.