i'm a pixel here, myself

If I were to appropriate the word "wretch" from you all, I would use it to apply to my roommate, whose flight got in somewhere around 12:40am, meaning I did not get to sleep until after 2. My karma must have been pretty good for that (even though I bitched about it) because when I strolled in to work an hour late, my boss wasn't here yet. SCORE.

Tonight I may or may not have rehearsal -- I almost feel like Schrödinger's cat here, torn between the quantum states of rehearsal and no rehearsal. The issue is this: there are 9 rehearsals for this group before the concert, and I can't make (because of conflicts and sometimes needing a night off) 5 of them, which is more than half. I've sung the piece some half-dozen times before, so it's not like I don't know it, but the contuctor is worried about how that might be seen as preferential treatment and I can see where he's coming from. So I'm expecting an email from him about whether or not I'm allowed to sing with them, given my conflicts. Honestly, as much as I love the piece I'm almost hoping he'll say no, so I can have that off my conscience.

In other wretched news, I am completely and totally blocked. When I write, I have three steps, kind of. The first is "this is what I generally want to happen", the second is "this is more or less how that happens", and the third is "these are the nitty-gritty details". Currently I can write nitty-gritty details (which is why smutbox should be fine), but the second step is beyond me. Email of "help please!" sent off, which is good. We shall see what I actually end up getting written in the next week.

estrella30 posted a picture of Dean from the next ep, wearing the most *eighties* sunglasses I think I've ever seen. Yes, more eighties than aviators. It certainly brightened my morning.

PS - Dear LJ, why did you give me a "current location" box? It's just begging to be abused. xoxo, Drew

PPS - Dear LJ, why did you give me a "current location" box *and then not show it on my journal*? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot. mildly annoyed, Drew

Edit: Dammit, this icon is not supposed to be this dark. Grr. Stupid CRT monitor.

My quasi-dead self went to rehearsal tonight and ran into one of my SFSC colleagues; unexpected, given the not-that-great nature of the SSC. I worry that he may spill the beans about the rehearsals I'm going to miss: only two of the five are for SFSC rehearsals -- the other three are time off I'm giving myself.

Tomorrow I get more fillings, work a little from home, pack, go to SFSC rehearsal (um, maybe. if the novocaine has worn off.) and come home and collapse. Though I do get to sleep in -- that's nice. I'm still tired from last night's jaunt to the airport.

I made three new icons from the (spoilery!) promo images that are floating around now, and I went and lightened most of the icons I posted the other day -- they were just too dark on my CRT monitor at work. You can snag them [here] as usual.

Man, I'm boring and tired tonight. Best way to solve that is with sleep.