Thursday, August 23, 2007


Headache. Oh, what a headache I have. I am bored and sleepy and miss Trey and want a glass of wine. I have the kind of headache located right where the Botox would go [I wonder if Nicole Kidman is free from headache now?] a poisoned and throbbing almond where a third eye should be.

Two funny things about me: 1) I am studying to take the Notary Public licensing exam.

2) Also, as a favor to a dear and aunt-like friend, I have been cast in a play about JESUS that is being put on in a CHURCH.

Not just a play -- A MUSICAL! I went to the first rehearsal this week and it was absurd and relaxing: since I have no egoic investment in this project and am doing it as a hired gun out of love, I enjoyed learning choreography and singing songs. But how sad and silly – looking at all the expensive stained glass, the marble baptismal font – all this time and energy and strain about a fiction. About nothing, nothing at all. I sent Trey a text message during a break:

I am in “Waiting for Guffman with Jesus”

The girl is trying to suss out my connection with the director; I explain. “Oh. So, you’re Catholic?” I tell her that I was raised Episcopalian and leave it at that. Keep a low profile.


Blogger Daisy said...

Hey there!

Just a note to say, thanks for the back-up over on that Feministe thread!

We weren't the most popular people in the room. :P

2:25 AM  
Blogger Todd HellsKitchen said...

Love your graphic and the Botox line...

Now someone with their wrist in a sling comes to you with a pre-Signed document to notarize and they tell you that they signed it right before they broke their wrist.

They plead with you to notarize it...

What do you do?

1:37 PM  
Blogger Lillet Langtry said...

Todd ---- I think you HAVE to witness them sign it, unless you can maybe have them AFFIRM that their signature is that on the document under oath? I'll let you know!

11:33 AM  

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