2000-09-14

Thirty.

Happy friggin' birthday to me.

I'm operating on about 3 hours of sleep right now. I put in a long-assed day yesterday, preparing for the Opening Night of my workplace's first show of the new season. It was crazy and exciting and frustrating and I met both Ethan Hawke and Julia Child within the same 25 minute period, which is either completely brilliant or totally fucked, depending on my state of mind.

But right now, kids, Mama's tired. Mama was so tired this morning that she could barely manage a squeal when she opened Daddy's first present to her - the much-coveted Joey Fatone marionette.

I'm having some coffee now.

I'm 30.

Tra-la.

lisamcc at 15:06:04

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