Actually, I know I am. Being a soon-to-be-recognized-internationally-famous-starlet is some pretty hard work, let me tell you. Probably the only person I am telling this to is my mom, who I know reads my blog. I love you, Mom.
Anyway. My occasional insomnia, which is apparently of the mindset that if it turns up every month in the matter of a period it will be welcomed with open arms, has indeed shown up again. Which leaves me sadly sprawled across my bed each night, wondering when the closet door will spring open by itself again (seriously, that happened multiple times). Fortunately I was able to sleep a little last night, and had dreams relatively untainted by...
..."The Dark Knight," which a bunch of us went to see last night. Fantastic movie, but whoa. Holy left hook, Batman, you sure beat some dudes up. Pretty much everyone gets hit, manhandled, or otherwise HORRIBLY MANGLED; even my girl Maggie Gyllllenhaaaalll gets a little roughed up. I do love me my Chris Nolan, but he does know how to make me go fetal in a movie theater seat faster than anyone else. Gary Oldman spends most of the movie looking worn, and I can't blame him. Dag.
I enjoy contrast in my life, and yesterday was just the day for it. Earlier, a bunch of us went to see the Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian, and it was wonderful. We laughed, we oohed and ahhed, we even cried a little (very gently, fortunately for me--see former mention of "the ugly cry"). My personal favorite part was seeing Mahna Mahna, by far the most inspired puppet of all time. It was incredible.
So, on to today. We're off to publicize the last two performances we have in D.C., and rehearsing in preparation for Lisa's premiere in the show tomorrow night. After some thunderstorms this morning, things seemed to have (marginally) cooled off, so hopefully I won't just spontaneously combust on the streets this afternoon. And now, off I go.
Bye!
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