You should all head over to Tammy’s blog. I particularly love how she steals my photographs, and doesn’t link (unlike me). The Tammy Annual displayed there was my find. Again, no link. Oh, and watch out for the dangerous grammar.

Me:

Guest at show: Well, Beauty is painful.

Me: Yes, I know - it hurts to wake up each morning.

More tales from the desk of a glamourous toast-eating, cordial-sipping, late supping musical director drag queen.

Just in case anyone’s still saving their pennies…

I could axe murder a burger. Instead I have to study. After opening night. I have to wake up stupidly early. After shaking hands with all the university creative arts heads and being told how great we were. After being told by another lecturer he would sleep in tomorrow if he were us.

Vegemite toast and a cup of tea it is.

I’m back from a 10 hour rehearsal. Late nights. Early mornings. Two shows a day (well, today, tomorrow and saturday will be two shows). Add to this 3 assessments, including a listening test and a group performance. Bad food. No sleep. Welcome to production week.

When I finally got home tonight (just before midnight), I could smell the home cooking it was all quiet and dark. I was dirty, grotty, still had bits of makeup on, sore muscles and I had about 5 voicemails waiting on my phone, not to mention my emails. I have to wake up early tomorrow to catch a bus in to do work for a group work, then we have our preview performance during the day, and then we open tomorrow night. Actually, change all the ‘tomorrow’s to ‘today’s. It’s past my bedtime.

And for the record, last evening was the second time I had been violently ill in the male bathroom in this particular theatre. Both times I’m attributing to bad food.