friday afternoon

that bloody cold has not surrendered yet, even though I tried pretty much everything. chicken soup, gallons of tea, vitamin c, fruit, aspirin and rest. nothing more I can do now but wait. crap. I have to work tonight, and I don't feel particularly comedic right now. plus, I cut my forehead last night, when I tried to play cool with a new butterfly knife the props people gave me for the fourth act. actually, not so cool. need to practise that. the cake I baked for a's birthday broke in two pieces, and I had to melt a lot of chocolate to cover up the cracks. next year, I'll hunt her a mammoth and paint her cave, man.