which is wich?

Signs it's not going to be a great day: You're at work wearing the same shirt you slept in last night.

Last night's workshopping went well. Hammered out some rough spots in the Glinda meets MacBeth's witches piece. Parcelled out the parts. Died laughing when read where Director Cee had added the witches quoting Jack in "Small Worlds" about the evil fairies.

Have decided that Witches One and Two must be sleeping with Jack. Three would have declined. Maybe she already has a girlfriend. (note to self: your brain is weird. No it's not. Yes it is. It's WYRD.)

Anyway, they must also have met up with Ten at some point, now that I made Cee add "wibbley wobbly timey whimey" to the script. *SNORT*

What it did mean is that I had to step in and take over the Wicked Witch of the West  who has a couple lines.

Which means I'm no longer free to do the Julia Child/Shakesperean/Ethel-bethan cookery parody ... which is ok since I hadn't gotten around to writing it yet!

Which also means that if I am being the WWotW at least part of the time my blue renaissance gown won't work. So while I listened the designers cracking up on Project Runway I ordered me a green gown.

Was trying to find something that balanced Renaissance with Oz :0)

Went to bed late, got up late, and have been struggling to a) stay awake and b) not kill people. So far so good. But it's time for some additional pain killers and a bagel sandwich. And maybe some fritos.

The jury is still out on whether I will be awake enough to go see the invisible best friends production of Odd Couple tonight. He's graduated to Felix. When I directed it, he was Roy.

cuppa?

Twitter sent me to an article in the Guardian about Starbucks rebranding itself, and as I was idly perusing the comments I came across these gems:

won't be going in more. The coffee's bloody horrible.I think for their next step they should remove all of their shops from our streets and turn them into greasy spoons serving bacon banjoes and mugs of tea for 50p, run by ladies called Beryl and Cath and Lisa.

 I like their coffee. It's *whisper it* not that bad. Anyway, for those us forced to work in canary wharf, there isn't much choice. Not if you want to drink a proper filter coffee instead of that espresso + hot water travesty.

Now I have some bunnys running about in my head that I don't have room for.

But the comments did make me laugh.