Being sick = no fun.

I am at home, at 1:30am on a saturday/sunday night, instead of beign on stage, in just my undies, because I'm sick. On the plus side, it gives me an 'extra' week of for sure being Janet. However, I had a free day off, and I slept most of it away. No costumes were made, no cleaning was done. (I did get the Sims and EQ fully installed back on my computer though...a project months in the making.)

I still have the greatest boyfriend ever, who texted me today to tell me I couldn't die because he still had some cuddling he wanted to do with me. I really can't believe how lucky I am sometimes. Eric is witty, intelligent, fun to be around, good head on his shoulders, great family, great roommate, decently cares about his job and his future, and has a pretty good plan, which, on some level currently includes me. weeeeeeee! I'd say something about how cute is he, but I don't want the ladies lining up the block to compete with me. =D

I'm sad, I don't get to cuddle with him tonight, and I missed out last night cause I was feeling so blah. That mood, I couldn't help. It's what happens when I get to reading and thinking. I told Heather I was feeling pensive. She thought it was something more specific than just a general feeling, but no, I get that way, just pensive, where I'm processing something which generally is just a bunch of everything, without being specific.

Eric must know that feeling, he texted me last night, excited that he had had an intellectual conversation about the creation of man, something, he says, he misses out on working with alcoholoics.
A mind is terrible thing to waste, but not much of a commodity at Hollywood. Rita was asking me Friday night, if Robin asked if I could work Saturdays. Rita says she knows I do Rocky, but they're still short staffed (even though we just got a fresh batch of newbs). I told her I just traded my Friday nights for Saturdays off, and she sort of accepted that. They're going to hate me in January, casue nothing is going to make me drop out of school again. I think I'll write up my availability for that tonight, too, so they have a couple weeks to 'plan ahead.' HAHA.

It's totally sucktastic that they expect so much from us with such little reward. Friday I worked only two sets and sold $1000 in sales. That's a third more than Patrick made, and he worked three sets. I only walked home with $98 dollars, too, which was pretty terrible, but I know I was stiffed atleast twice, if not more.

I'm filling my body with crap food, when I should go buy some OJ, and hot pockets or something, but I have ten dollars I'm willing to spend, and 50 that I have to save for my phone bill. That, and I hate going outside in the cold and dark. The heated blanket on my lap right now says eating Charleston Chews and not drinknig fluids is AOK.

Good thing Eric doesn't read this, he'd never let me go home, when he sees what my computer actually does to me. =P