The Plan...

The Plan was to go home at a responsible hour last night, hop into bed at a respectable time, get up gawd's awful early for me, head downtown, and sit through the first of five lectures required for me to join the All Volunteer Boston Walking Tour Brigade. Then I'd come home after, freshen up, and head to the church/theater for the closing night performance of the show I'm in. And then, when all of that was done, I'd go to the cast party and drink many beers with the many truly awesome people I've had the privilege and honor of working with the last few months.

Then...life got in the way.

Or really, not so much life as the changing of the seasons, an even that never does fail to make me sick for at least a week with some sort of sinus-related trauma. Seriously, it doesn't matter that I've been on anti-histamines since the first thaw. Or that I've gotten at least eight hours of sleep since we Sprung Ahead. Fuck it all I've even been really good about taking a freakin' multivitamin. All to no avail:

I R Sick, and it sucks shit through cheese cloth.

My hearing weaves in and out of focus, though there's a rather pronounced clicking behind my ears every time I swallow...something I have to do on regular occasion to keep from drooling on myself because I've been transformed into a mouth-breather. Blegh this suck something fierce.

And don't even get me started on how my brain feels like it's packed in cotton, because...chances are good I'll get distracted and forget what I was even typing about in the first place.

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Right, so I was talking about what I'd planned on doing today. Wasn't I?
Well I did come home early last night, instead of going out for the Post Show Margarita that I'd been hoping to get since this damn production went live. No I came home, and was in bed around 12:30. Of course...sleep only happened in 15 to 20 minute bursts between then and when I finally gave up the ghost of staying in bed around 10 in the morning.

You'll notice how I was in bed at 10, and not say Down Town Sitting In A Lecture Hall Learning About Boston Colonial Architecture. There's a good reason for that. At six this morning I looked at my clock and decided that leaving the house before performance time was not going to happen. That sniffling my way through a lecture was not in the cards. And that, because it was raining at the time, walking around the city for an hour and a half in what ever weather Mother Nature decided to inflict upon us this day was not going to be good for me in the slightest.

That my main goal for the day was to make myself sound as good as possible so that I would be as prepared as possible for tonight's closing show. Because my responsibility is to my castmates, to a group I had a pre-existing commitment with. So...I shut off my alarm and attempted to go back to sleep.

Fat lot of good that did me. Ugh.
Thus far today I've had one bowl of chicken brother, two English Muffins, two Sudafed, two Advil, and as much water as one can drink when one has to constantly remind one's self to drink water.

All I want to do is lay on my couch and watch movies that make me happy: Scott Pilgrim, The Avengers, Iron Man, maybe Captain America.

I suppose I should take a shower and see if the steam helps clear anything up, but at the moment I'm still sitting on my couch vacillating between staring off into space and being pissed off at the shitty timing of this whole...THING.

I was so looking forward to my day as planned. I really truly was.
Bugger.