Somewhere in the cosmos, it was decided that I would be happy

Today was day 3 of my partial and unofficial unemployment. That piece of information is very important.

I woke up late and rushed up to the high school to work with some of the techie kids. "Angry Uncle" Keith (tech master) didn't know I was going to come, and I told him that since I no longer have a full time job I was planning on hanging around and helping out. He then asked if I was willing to work for minimum wage and if I could show up at Chenery downtown tomorrow at 1pm and they would see about putting me on the payroll. PAYROLL. Three business days after I stop working in the doctor's office. Granted, being on payroll doesn't mean I'll be working consistently - but at this point I hardly care! I'm just too excited!

This evening, I went to rehearsal for the show I'm working right now - The Winter Wonderettes at Farmer's Alley Theatre.  I stayed late and helped the lighting designer and the ME hang can lights, cut gels, and general electrical schtuff.

Did I mention that instead of running my spot tomorrow, I'll be paid to take pictures of the show? Sandy changed her head shot that's on display in the lobby to one that I took of her a few weeks ago and I got some nice compliments and a request for head shots from Roger, the SM. They're going to pay me a little bit extra for the photos, too!

AND I'm dating a spectacular human/man/guy.

If the only things wrong with my life right now are that I've screwed up my sleep schedule and I'm addicted to caffeine, I'd say I'm doing pretty damn well.

turkey day

Dear Uncles,

I love you, but you still make me a twinge uncomfortable when you spend Thanksgiving dinner making penis jokes.

Love,
Carrie

I'm not sure this post deserves a title

This show is making me miserable. We open Friday. I keep getting yelled at for things I have no control over.

This is why they tell you not to make a career out of the one thing you love more than anything.

Today, I bought a watch.

Last Sunday, my 10th and 11th grade English teacher committed suicide. He was 34 and married with a 3 year old son.

Last Wednesday, I got a new tattoo. It says "the show must go on".

Last Friday, I met my teacher's wife.

Today, I had a wicked migraine and left work early.
Today, I realized how lucky I am. I'm lucky to have the ability to overcome my mental illness. I'm lucky to know where the darker paths lead and to know that those are not even options for me.
Today, I know myself better.