Last night I did not have rehearsal. I fell asleep on the couch then went to bed embarrassingly early. I will not give a time. In the interests of accuracy, I did not sleep particularly well once I was actually in bed, but I slept on and off and was quite grateful to do so. I have never dealt well with limited sleep, even in my young(er) and (more) foolish days.
In any case, I am up prior to 5 a.m., waiting for the coffee maker to drip. Yesterday I took a cup too early and it was bitter. I require caffeine. We shall see if I am able to make a blog post without it.
My alarm pulled me out of a very annoying dream. I was not enjoying the dream at all, yet I was devastated to be dragged from such deep sleep. I won’t go into details, but we were rehearsing then filming a kiss. I was either in heaven or hell (the filmmaker was not clear on which), kissing this person I was not supposed to be kissing. It was complicated, and it wasn’t even that good of a kiss.
In the meantime, I fell asleep last night before doing laundry, so I have to run someplace and purchase underwear and pantyhose for tonight’s rehearsal. Oh well, I guess I could wear crappy underwear and the wrong color pantyhose. Perhaps I would have time to do laundry, because I can put the underwear in the drier. Only I can’t put the pantyhose in the drier, and I need more pantyhose anyways. I could use a few new pairs of undies as well, come to think of it.
And this is what happens when I try to make a blog post before having coffee. I babble on about dreams and underwear. I know some of you are screaming, “TMI!” an expression regular readers know I hate. I hope at least you had some coffee.