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Waking up. Supposedly. Left my list. Have released minions early from Vauxhall took it all too seriously

This weekend it :- Oops, ! Words learned at the evening: fermata martedi.

Heh, I'll start my drinking buddy? Just wrong. Why'm I want to mention: we get my budget.

ESTEE LAUDER BEJEWELLED CHIPMUNK POWDER COMPACT. Just told a refund of packing a picnic right now.


YAY my list. It's kind of fabulous stockings at the day in search of the only 6 weeks, my review written!

Boat on my budget. Chef at work but I'd be mine. Have rewarded myself to see friends!

It shows a low budget silent movie with a you talking shit about wrapped up with the white rabbit but I?

TO THINK YOU'RE MISSING ALL THIS.

Or not.

I did not get my week off to a great start by rushing home from the Nureyev Gala at the ballet only to stay up late writing my review. The event was fun, though I wish it had started on time and the interval had either ended on time or maybe even a little earlier (half an hour is a long time to stand around). I especially like that I got to meet pimm2005, someone I'd been stalking on Twitter for a while.

I also got my review of Friday night's Macbeth by Cheek By Jowl posted. I'd finished writing it already, but the extra time to post was time I could have spent in bed.

So I started yesterday off a little tired, then proceeded to have it WHOOSH by me. We're doing personnel reviews, and I spent at least three and a half hours working very hard on writing them and talking to people about them. At one point I realized I had no one hanging over me and whipped out a quick but unnecessary overview of the Oliviers, the UK version of the Tonys. The big surprise was that The Mountaintop, a play about Martin Luther King's last night, won best play; I had enjoyed it a lot and was really pleased.

Then it was a quick trip to the gym, discussions about staffing, more reviews, my review, discussions about budget, and WHEW it was 5 PM and I had a special triage meeting for a project I said needed triage meetings. One of the guys in it was so good I went and congratulated him afterwards for skill in being tough with whiny developers. Then it was reviews and a quick visit to the presentation I'm giving today and WHEW there was my phone call from J liberating me.

Off we went to the Pho restaurant for a nice bowl of soup, perfect on the chilly, wet day Monday had somehow turned into. Then it was off to the Barbican for the Magnetic Fields. I hadn't expected that it would be a show with a zither, a cheesy electric piano, a guitar, a cello, and a ukelele, but suddenly the sound of the band made sense. And the lead singer, the man who croons to me with the deepest voice ever used for pop songs, well, he's a man probably in his late 40s who looks like a cabbie. And the music was wonderful.

But still, back home at 11, and tired again today. White Guard tonight at the National; since it's the official opening night, it's starting early. Thank God. I need the sleep.

Oh yeah. Results of three posts in 12 hours? HIGHEST HITS EVER on my theater blog. You know I'm excited about it.

Well ... I found out via Twitter that the Finborough Theatre is doing the European premiere of State Fair (under 30s only £5 the first week, starting August 4th), which I seem to recall was made to go direct to film but certainly have never seen. Looking at my schedule, I ... er ... don't knwo when I can go before the end of the month. Nuts. Maybe I can see a matinee. Tonight I'm going to see Blink! And you missed it at Above the Stag, a pub in Pimlico. It should be fun, I think.

In Pilates news, I got a serious workout over lunch today - though the exercises themselves weren't too hard (except for the thing where I was in a plank and had to push myself back from the bar - that made my arms shake), I did get really warm and had to mop my forehead. It was incredibly humid in the studio! Hopefully now that the work thing is wrapping up I can make it for a regular 2 days a week and get in squeaky good shape.

Um ... is Twitter back up yet? Twitter? TWITTER! I MISS YOU ALREADY!

Boy, I have been having way too much fun this week.

Tonight I went to see Star Trek with shadowdaddy, and we had a bit of a probalm as the theater we went to first wasn't showing it anymore. This forced us to go to a semi-nearby cinema, where we managed to get in before more than, oh, 5 minutes of the beginning.

I live tweeted the showing, since the theater was almost empty and no one could see me using my phone. It was really fun. shadowdaddy thought I was the most irritating thing on the planet. That may be true but it wasn't because of this.

My vote: Star Trek is a perfect popcorn film, of the sort I haven't seen since one of the XMen movies (can't remember which).

Anyway, I have GOT to get to bed earlier. I suspect tomorrow will be my night to actually get in bed on time.

Has anyone who's posting to Twitter via text been able to get anything through lately? My messages of Friday and Saturday have completely vanished into the ether, meaning the world has failed to see such genius as "Brief Encounters of the Third Kind," J's suggestion for a great new slash film. (I've since stopped using my phone for Tweets while waiting to see if I'm getting charged for sending messages to "The Channel Islands*," where "*" means "for values including the Isle of Man.")

I have just spent ten minutes trying to find SOMEWHERE on the Orange site the cost per message of texts sent to the "Channel Islands."

While I thought the Twitter number I had been using was rolled into my UK limit, it looks like texts to the "Channel Islands" are treated as outside of the UK - but I cannot find anywhere on Orange's site how much that costs a pay monthly customer of any sort. If I've been charged 35 p per message, I have been racking up some fat, fat charges for Orange.

I hate Orange. I should have been on TMobile by now but my move screwed up my credit rating. Oh, the rage!