i'm a pixel here, myself

Wednesday shows are hard. I found myself almost on autopilot at times, and my voice is still not getting better, which pisses me off, because I can't get as into things when I have to be all delicate with my voice. So really I'm just angry at myself for getting sick, which is irrational. At least this time I bought myself a humidifier. I suspect too-dry air is at least partially to blame for this whole continued-vocal-unease thing, so I'm taking steps to remedy that situation.

Cinco de Mayo party with the cast after our show on Saturday; that should be a laugh a minute. Time to find out if D's going to attempt to get it on with me or not. I have to say, I'm kind of looking forward to shooting him down, so I hope he makes a pass at me, even if he's got to be completely smashed to do it.