Christmas Shopping

I ventured out today to try to do a little Christmas shopping. "Try" is the operative word, here. I have two gifts to show from my efforts. And the days are counting down. Many gifts to ship, too little time.

To be continued . . .

Hiccups

I hate the hiccups. They are to me, a painful experience. I've had many people try to give me remedies for my hiccups. Eating sugar, standing on my head, drinking water upside-down, a complicated math problem, looking at a bright light - oh wait, that's sneezing. But nothing seems to work. I remain stymied in my attempt to resolve my hiccup woes.

Help?

Shopping Madness

So I heard a rumor, or maybe it wasn't, that someone actually DIED in a stampede at a Wal-Mart out east. And that a pregnant woman miscarried due to the crowd.

WOW.

Are material goods really worth that? It actually makes me physically sick. Where are the days of celebrating holidays by being able to spend quality time with family and friends? I refuse to participate in "Black Friday" madness.

OK, I'm not saying that I don't love to shop - I do. In fact sometimes I think I might have a bit of an addiction. But I refuse to participate in the frenzy that is known as Black Friday. I love giving gifts. But they are gifts from the heart, not from the pocketbook.

Yuck.

Thanksgiving in L.A.

It occurred to me today that holidays can be very lonely in L.A. . . . if you let them. My Thanksgiving was spent by myself. But it was glorious. I slept in, went for a good run (in shorts and a tank-top no less), went to Blockbuster and was in bed by 9:00 p.m. (on a side note, I've decided that being awake is highly overrated).

It could have been a very lonely day. But it wasn't. I think one has to realize one's own survival skills when it comes to celebrating holidays alone.

Well, Christmas might be a different story . . . but then I will be in MN so I won't have to worry about that. Yet.

Not My Kind of Drama, Mama.

I am tired. It's been a long run of the play, and the after-glow wasn't exactly what I expected . . . or enjoyed. We ended our 5 week run this past Sunday with a double performance on Sunday (matinee at 3:00; evening performance at 7:00) followed by striking the set. Amidst drama that eventually involved calling the police. There was a lot of yelling and screaming, and some physical altercation. At one point I wanted to crawl into a corner and hide. Yup, not used to confrontation!

Then there was the 17-page long "explanation" by the person causing the drama. Which confused me even more.

I am tired.