i'm a pixel here, myself

Last night's rehearsal was less frustrating than Monday's, but it was still exhausting. Damn, I'd forgotten how high and long some of the passages are in this piece. I had a mug of herbal tea when I got home, and that helped, but I still woke up this morning with my throat going "HI HELLO TAKE CARE OF ME!" Tonight I'm going to take it easy because tomorrow (!) is our first performance. First of SIX. Oof.

Do you ever wish you could lock *part* of an entry? I mean, yeah, I can make two entries (and probably will), but it would be so much better if I could just type it all out in one entry box and select which portions would show up at which security level. Ahh, well.

Because phaballa had just been to the dentist and was high on narcotics (or something), she wanted porn. Well, really, she *always* wants porn, but the reason I took her seriously this time was because of the narcotics. ANYWAY. Jensen/Jesse Spencer (from House, which I don't even watch). They were both part of the photo shoot I posted some of yesterday. For those of you who need a Jesse visual: [try this].

( The bed hadn't been intentionally rumpled. )