I had a mostly great weekend in San Francisco. It was a bit of a wretched excess, which one can't help but regret after the fact; though one enjoyed it thoroughly at the time and knows full well one would do it again. My dislike of the TSA has been fanned into a white-hot vexation. I said an unkind thing to a friend and hurt his feelings, and regret it extremely. Apologizing afterwards, I realized one of the reasons it bugged me so much is that I haven't argued with anyone all year, and thus have had fairly little to apologize for. It's much easier, this not arguing thing.

Tonight are the audtions for "Thumbelina" about which I'm quite nervous. I thought it was Thursday night, and hadn't prepared my monologue - once again I'm last-minute scrambling to memorize something. (Constable Dogberry's "I am an ass" speech from Much Ado) I can only do my best though, so I hope i'm in the state to do exactly that. Still, there's this weird feeling I've had since walking out the door this morning that there's some other shoe that's yet to drop. What is this levitating shoe? Is it a bear in the bushes? Ninjas? Acme piano company piano being winched to the second floor over my head?

Whatever the case, I've got some nerves, and it's bugging me. Also, I'm giving up alcohol and sugar for the foreseeable future - and as soon as I'm done with the excellent coffee I have at home, I'm going to kick my caffeine habit, too. Maybe it's just dread of that?