I, uh... I should be working. I didn't do any work on Sunday because I had rehearsal and then a show. Then I went to a bar where they serve this drink called a "Pickleback" which is a shot of Jameson followed by a shot of pickle juice (it's deliciously delightful). I didn't do any work yesterday because I was recovering from all that pickle juice. I have the nine articles that I'm going to work on today open in another window, but I don't want to touch them.
I'll have to do it eventually, but right now I'm sitting on the bed with my dog on my knees. She's a good dog. Yes, she is. Who's a good girl? Vicki's a good girl. You want some ham, Vicki? TOO BAD, DOG! Ham must be earned. You don't get ham for being cute. You get ham for showing up on time and doing your work responsibly.
I'm not getting any ham today.
I'm making turkey burgers later tonight though. Turkey burgers with baked potatoes. I've been cooking a lot lately. I made milanesa de pollo a week ago for the Fourth of July. I simply followed this recipe, with smooth jazz music and all. I didn't have any bread crumbs so I placed half a package of Ritz crackers into a Ziplock bag and used my meat tenderizer to tear that shit up. Shit was delicious.
As a result of the picklebacks and milanesa de pollo, I'm gaining back the freshmen fifteen. Also probably because I haven't been able to work out (STILL) because of my stupid gallbladder surgery. Actually, that's not entirely true. I guess I can work out now, but after being out of the game so long, it's hard to go back. And then I'll have to put in all that effort, just to get back to where I was before the surgery? Ugh. It's not pretty.
I feel like it's a similar situation with the 'prov. Before I left for Houston and California at the end of May, I was at the top of my game. That's one reason why I got into "Recess." I had this kick-ass audition (definitely the best audition I've ever had) and then I took a nearly three week hiatus from improv and I get back and it's like I forgot how to perform. It was really weird. I'm just barely starting to get my groove back after being home for nearly a month.
We started our 5B shows at iO a few weeks ago. They're going really well. I was scared that people were going to be assholes and try to upstage everyone in order to stand out. The Harold Commission (the committee that decides who is going to be put onto a Harold team once the 5B shows end) is in the audience for every show, taking notes on everything and everyone. You can tell it's definitely in the back of all of our minds no matter how hard we try to hide it, but the shows have been a lot of fun. Everyone's been really supportive and, last week, we had the best show I've ever been a part of while in Chicago. I'm excited for the next four weeks, but I'm very sad at the fact that I probably won't be able to continue at iO. I might retake level 3 because I did NOT like my teacher and I felt that I didn't really get anything out of the $300 I spent for that damn class, but we'll see.
For now, though, I have to write this article on how to wire a Ford F-150's carburetor. (GAME-PRO TIP: Disconnect the battery beforehand to prevent any accidental shocks!)
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