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Dear Smug Self-Centered-Actor-Turned-Director,

No, you ASS, "outlining responsibilities" and "giving an overview" are NOT the same fucking thing. One would have given me FUCKING DETAILS about what you wanted, while what you DID was give me generalities such ask, "Make sure I stay on task," and "You know, just keep things running smoothly." That would have, you know, given me an idea of what you needed, and you could have been spared the effort of composing the incredibly condescending email you were spineless enough to send me rather than, you know, TALKING to me. 'Cause that must have been a killer while you were sitting in your office with the free time to work on theater stuff on your employer's dime. A shame my THREE YEAR OLD doesn't give me the same freedom, and thus the rehearsal reports sometimes come out at odd intervals.

Killing you with my brain,
Icewolf

Fells Point Corner Theater is doing, among other plays, Take Me Out, The Sisters Rosensweig, and Side Man this season. (Yeek, they're also doing Pinter, but I won't hold that against them.)

And they're less than a mile from my house.

The only down side is that I can't seem to find an amateur Shakespeare group.

I love the Rudes.  But the hour commute each way? Not so much.

I just got a call from the Fells Point Corner Theater, asking me to stage manage their upcoming production of "Off the Map".

I said no.

I can barely handle the obligations I've got: work, Latin, upcoming move, and, oh yeah, pregnancy. More than enough on my plate. Yep.

Even if the theater is only like five blocks away... *sigh*

Auditions for Assassins at a theater in Baltimore.

Thank G-d for Jane Eyre, the musical with an alto in the lead.

From cranky to snarky.

Boston ain't the only place that happens, Davan...

Thanks to everybody who has wished me well (and my former Latin professor ill). I'm all kinds of ecstatic that, first of all, I WON (who me? competitive? naw...), and secondly, and far more practically, that I get to keep both scholarship and stipend. *whew* I was not looking forward to getting part-time retail work while going to school.

So now I'm sure you're asking, Icewolf, what are you doing with your summer?

Finishing up an I in LAW 508, reading, stage managing King John, and going to the dentist.

If you're interested in what the law class I took was all about (and it was absolutely facinating), the professor, Ken Pennington, has a facinating web page here. Very tentatively, I am also going to Erice, Sicily with him (and about ten other students) for an international legal history conference/meeting/whatever at the end of October. To that end I will be attempting to shine up my German and maybe even to integrate a little Italian. The best part is that if he doesn't have funding for you--and by funding I mean funding to pay for your airfare, room, board, and tuition--he doesn't invite you. And I've been invited. Or at least asked if I was interested. Nifty!

In less nifty news, yes, my dental drama continues. Two root canals in teeth 12 and 13 (start counting at your rearmost righthand molar and work your way around) yesterday, and I go to have temporary crowns put on them at 0830 today. Fun fun fun, let me tell you. Same surreal twirling and tugging as last time, but way more tenderness this time around once the local anesthetic wore off. If anything even mushily solid gets over there under those teeth and I happen to close my mouth, the pain is blinding. Thank heaven for ibuprofen. In better news, the crown fitting ought not to be the ordeal it was last week, because there's more of the teeth left here. Tooth 5, which was worked on last week, was broken, and part of the break was actually barely above the gum line. They almost gave up and referred me to the oral surgeon at one point. Back to bad news, when I get teeth 3 and 19 worked on in the next couple of weeks, they already know that there will be hardly anything left of them and I will definitely have to see the oral surgeon and he will do a procedure called crown lengthening in which he essentially cuts away some of the gum in order to expose more of the tooth so that they can build on it. Ewwie.

Part of me is so ashamed. I was a Crest kid. Seriously. I didn't have my first cavity until I was 21. I know it's not neglect, but acid damage from post-nasal illness, that's done this to my mouth, but it doesn't stop me from having nightmares in which people laugh and point at my now hideous smile. *sigh* I used to have such a pretty smile, and my vain self is very worried that I won't even want to open my mouth when all is said and done.

In slightly better news, my dentist is way cute and single and I have decided he needs a girlfriend. Any takers? He's real sweet, too. Came over to check on me yesterday while I was being worked on by the endodontist (root-canal specialist).

On that note, I should go rinse and brush before toddling off to said dentist. Toodles, all. And don't forget to floss!