The Show Must Go On

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh.

I'm sick.

I thought it was allergies.  But it's not.  Of course, just two more performances left - one tonight and one Saturday - and I come down with this nasty thing.  But I guess it's better to have it now than this weekend when I'll be  shooting that commercial out of town. (Which, by the way, I'll be returning from on Sunday so I won't need to take a day off work Monday - just FYI for all of those biting their nails about my job sitch.)

*achoo*

This one year I had to do an invited final dress of a show for the theatre company's board members, and it was the day after Thanksgiving and I had come down with a horrific stomach bug (I'd thought it was food poisoning but my [then] boyfriend who'd eaten the same meal was fine).  They put cushions on the floor backstage for me to lay on and everyone was given strict instructions not to lolly-gag in the restroom.  As soon as my last line was spoken, my boyfriend whisked me and my 102 degree temperature off in a cab back to my apartment.

That was a nightmare.  This is definitely less harrowing.  But still icky.  Awww.

*sniffle*
Susan Atwood

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[Stacey Jackson]

Feel better!