My Day

Let me run you through my daily schedule as of late:

- Wake up as early as I possibly can (to still get enough sleep to survive). Wander out sleep-drunk to the patio and enjoy whatever brand of cigarrette was buy one get one. Come back inside, see if Jinxy has cat food. Hop in the shower, whilst listening to some music to wake me up (usually Amy Winehouse, or perhaps the Ting Tings - my new obsession). Throw on whatever clothes come into my hands first, put on th H&M shades and walk out the door.

- Meander the thirteen steps through Lincoln square and arrive at the Western Brown line - aka my car. Rush inside, try to get the private back two seats at the back of each car. Read the red eye, or the onion, or gay chicago, or free press - whatever free paper is at the newstand. Listen to the zune and try not to sleep. Text someone. That helps.

- Get off the train at either Washington/Wells (if I feel like a leisure stroll through downtown Chicago before work) or State/Lake if I just wanna hop off and walk into Goodman through the back door.

- Sit at my desk and rotate between doing my work (which includes filing, talking to annoyed people mad at the Goodman, happy people who love us, and the people who work in my office .. 65% of which are foolish). Take as many smoke breaks as possible - not as many as usual because summer is here in Chicago and its hot as hell. Also the ally homeless shitter is now open. Meaning the old lady who comes into my smoking ally at Goodman and shits herself crazy is out and about - theres often a package waiting for me outside the door. Take a lunch break. Choose between the various 4 star establishments to eat: Macdonalds, Sbarro, Burrito Beach, or Cosi. Hey if I take lunch before 3 I can catch Taco Bell before it closes.

- Finish work at 6, and head for the red line train - its time for rehearsal. Walk down into the subway, pray to God there is not a cubs game. If it is, just eat a gun and put yourself out of your misery. Since I don't wanna die just yet, I make my way through the underground street performers who sing Michael Jackson or even the always charming Tracy Chapman (you know the toothless guy that always sings "Fast Car"). Get onto a packed train car - with probably 50-60 people on it. Can't move. If I fart I will stink up the entire care. Hurt stomach. Loud annoying babies, fat people taking up too much space, old guys with long scarves (old queen), stinky weave, and drunk teenage girls. Hate everyone.

- Get off the train and walk through lakeview, and a couple nice parks as I head to rehearsal. Enjoy one last ciggy. Accidentally throw it into the puddle beside the childrens playground and the sign that says no smoking. Oops.

- Go into rehearsal for "termen". Really enjoy the company of the people in the show. They are funny. Do my impression of the lady at macdonalds that asked me if I wanted a parfait, but she pronounced it parfette. Laugh probably too much. Get frustrated over the plastic set. (Even break part of it down as I did last night). Get frustrated over my physicality and angry when I doubt lip synch correctly. Enjoy Casey (theres a girl in the show named Casey, Im not enjoying myself). About halfway through hope that we get out early today because I am tired. (Knowing it wont happen). Text Nicholas 100 times, that helps get my mind off of how tired I am.

- Get out of rehearsal at 11. If Nicholas isn't picking me up, walk back to the red line. Hope there are no drunks left over from the cubs game. If I am feeling frisky and not dead tired, take the long way down to belmont and the brown line so I dont have to transfer. This takes 30 minutes though - do I wanna walk for that long? Listen to the Zune - music helps. Aaah Alanis new album! Get on whatever train it may be (if I am at Belmont, look at me and Nicholas' notes we've left each other on the platform) head home.

- Arrive in the house at 11:45 or 12. Eat something - Im starving. Gonna get fat with eating too late. Oh well. My boyfriend loves me anyways. Watch something on dvd that you will get too interested in to fall asleep. It takes too long for me to wind down. I basically need a sleeping pill or an orgasm to make my head hit the pillow. Get angry that Im not asleep. Go smoke again. Finally fall asleep anywhere between 2 and 4.

- Get up ... repeat.