take in mind that i didn't eat my runny omlete at p.t.'s so the vodka went right to my brain and this is the condition in which i will write my blog.

NEGATIVLAND rocked the free world. i never knew i wanted to know about copywright infringement and could be entertained by illegal art like i was tonight at SEAT theatre. "I just got fired by my boss...PEPSI!"

i like to read through all of jayc's old blogs. he's much more than a great writer. he's a great thinker.

he's not a great drinker and still he's a great thinker.

t.j. and deanne GLOW in Beirut. there is so much good theatre happening right in front of us...what a novelty it was to get wrapped up in a show again...forget yourself completely in the chemistry and angst and wide range of emotion. and of course, deanne's black underwear.

i hope nick starts a blog. that boy is the best of both COREYS.

and joel, what can i say. your ugly chinese face entertains me to this day.

peace out you
e.

the report is in. good and frequent sex helps your immune system.

this is according to research done by dr. carl charnetski, professor of psychology at wilkes university in wilkes-barre, pa and co-author of feeling good is good for you, and i'd like to commend him in his efforts.

people who reported one or two sexual episodes per week enjoyed higher levels of IMMUNOGLOBIN A, the antibody that helps fend of illness.

i mention this why? because there simply is no reason to be feeling under the weather!

sometimes seven hour rehearsals start feeling like seven hour rehearsals when you get right down to it.

when you get right down to it,
sometimes sushi is just raw fish.

but acting is still the only job i can get out of bed for
and sushi the only food that gets me excited.

so much time on my hands for sushi and drama.

I DON'T RULE AT DARTS!

I DON'T RULE AT DRINKING!

How does the universe conspire to combine these two activities?

Closing night of Eccentric...(good job, sherry behm)

I start rehearsing Caligula with COCKROACH tomorrow morning.

la cucaracha.

thank you deanne, for reminding me.

thank you danny bonaduce.

happy VD, ya'll

hope to see you all at the SEAT theatre tonight for my 10 o'clock showing of Eccentric!



see me in a bra and a pool of blood and be amazed at my LIMBERNESS!

muerte, death or shit, break a leg.

joel has this big round chair. not a papasan, a mamasan. and i have a certain urge to FURNICATE with it. don't worry, i'll bring the febreeze.

come in, erica.

erica here.

i find myself strangely attracted to the idea of W&B ing. this morning i did it and was actually quite productive, until i got completely lost in john lennon's ACROSS THE UNIVERSE, i think i must have played it twenty three times... which led me to remember how much i worship JL, so i popped in an episode of the beatles anthology and smiled/wept at the sight of that famous sad squinty smile until the moment was over.

and i crashed.

i told jace it was only a five minute nap, but that was fibulous.

SUGAR is the great oppressor.
our children get hyper on it, our adults get fat on it. some of us get both hyper AND fat. some of us can't start the day without 20 fluid ounces of vanilla coke and a bag of nasty little m&m's. sugar seems to stimulate me to write pages of pure delicious conciousness but then i just collapse and nap wherever i fall.

wherever she falls....!