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Saturday, November 13, 2004  

a poke in the eye with a sharp stick

Yesterday, I had an audition. Wore my contacts, which only get put in for important auditions and performances. Haven't worn them since the Big Midwest Theatre Gig. The lenses are in all day, and I kind of forgot about them. Sitting home laptop sur la lap, right eye starts twitching, asking "Would you please GET THIS THING OFF ME?"

A couple of hours later I notice there's a slight halo around the lighting fixtures in the apartment. interesting.

A few hours after that, my right eye hurts like all get out.

A few hours after that, BG suggests I flush out my eye with some water, which instantly makes me want to die.

This morning, eye still hurts, but not tooooo bad. Head to work. Work proves unbearable (more than usual) and I leave early. I head to the Eye and Ear Infirmary, and am seen within an hour.

I have "Contact Lens Fatigue." The doctor tells me that wearing a contact lens is like putting a piece of Saran Wrap over a child's face. Sometimes, an eye just freaks the fuck out. And that's what's going on here. Freaking. He also wanted to know about the free actor's clinic I usually go to, because he thought he might meet some actresses with yeast infections. So, he's a pig, but my eye feels like I rubbed it with an S.O.S. pad, looks like conjunctivitis, works like I'm trying to pass an eye test through a piece of letterhead, and NOTHING HELPS BUT TIME AND ANTIBIOTICS. I kind of want to die. Instead, I'm gonna drink scotch until I don't give a shit how much I hurt.

| posted by christopher | 6:04 PM

Friday, November 12, 2004  

the stuff of dreams

BG and I were looking at an apartment to buy. it was a little dark, but Ray Charles did used to live in it until very recently. When I asked what the trap door in the floor was for, we discovered a second, apparently abandoned apartment underneath that we really assumed was included with the one above. There were giant shoes near the bed, and dozens of Calphalon pots piled in the sink. This apartment also had a balcony overlooking the beach and ocean; very convenient for a New York City pad.

| posted by christopher | 10:20 PM

Tuesday, November 09, 2004  

Bless his beautiful hide

Howard Keel passed over the weekend.

If you don't know who he was, or only know him from being on Dallas, well, then you need a little education in big baritone voices from the golden age of the Hollywood Musical

| posted by christopher | 9:36 AM

Friday, November 05, 2004  

Lessons learned

I've been feeling a bit funky the last few days, as many of my friends have. But, I think I've come to a realization, and I have Karl Rove to thank: Niceness blows.

Not only will my ends justify me means from now on, but my means will only be mean. If I want something, there shouldn't be any worries about such twentieth century concepts of "decent" or "underhanded." No, Herr Rove has shown the way. Strength through brutal tactics.

Screw everybody.

| posted by christopher | 1:46 PM

Wednesday, November 03, 2004  

It's mourning again in America

Dear Rest of the World;

I would like to sincerely apologize for my country. Just over half of the people riled up enough to vote have decided that our current leader is good enough for them. Please do not think that we are all bone-headed buffoons without feelings or brains. Just slightly over half of those of us who decided to vote. And they mostly live in the midwest, so you probably won't be seeing any of them in your own countries. Unless, of course, they're wearing a uniform.

But at least we aren't letting gays get hitched, or have rights, so that's something, right?

Please don't hate us. And please don't blow us up. At least not those of us on the coast. In four years, should there be anything left, I promise that nearly half of those of us who care will try to make it better.


| posted by christopher | 6:47 PM

Tuesday, November 02, 2004  

Live free or die

There are times when I do believe that this is the greatest country in the world. Today is one of those days.

| posted by christopher | 4:02 PM
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