i'm a pixel here, myself

So this weekend was wonderful except for two things: mild sunburn (seriously, I was outside for like, half an hour, tops. why can't I be Mediterranean olive instead of this ruddy cheerful German/Irish boozehound color?) and a head cold. I've been slugging back water nonstop for *days* now, but I feel constantly dehydrated, and I think I need a bath in a tub full of aloe and skin moisturizer. Ugh.

In somewhat happier news, I got email that a friend of mine passed on from a singer friend of his looking for people interested in having a sing-through of "Into The Woods" this summer. Sweet! I'm hoping she lets me sing Jack -- not that I couldn't sing the baker or Rapunzel's prince, but Jack is really more my voice part.

I'm trying to get up the guts to just go ahead and message these two guys on okcupid. What can it hurt? I dunno. I'm just... I prefer to be gone after, not to do the going-after, you know? Of course, when I got my weekly "these are your best matches" email from match.com, my ex was at the top of the list. Heh. "100% compatable" -- RIGHT.

Countdown to FOB: 5 days.