Small, unrelated items, as is the nature of my life.

• I've had a long and stressful couple of days. I'm not going to go into details, but suffice it to say that I haven't had much fun anytime recently.


• Ostrander (the local theatre awards) nominations finally came out a couple of days ago, and my work was, sadly, overlooked. Two of my fellow actors from The Underpants did get nominations, though, which is great--but apparently my own singing and acting just doesn't measure up to the standard set by a High School Musical 2.


• Today I went into the mens room to discover that the inside handle/lock on the stall door was soaking wet. I am hoping that it had been doused with Lysol, because anything else is unthinkable.


• Sweeney Todd rehearsals begin tomorrow. I'm hoping that it functions as an escape from stress, instead of an additional stress, but at the moment I'm not particularly optimistic.


• I found the seasons first sand pears at the farmer's market on Saturday and made a pie, which was delicious. Also, vegetable soup (great) and fried okra (too much okra in the pan caused a problem, but it wasn't terrible).


• Currently reading Chuck Palahniuk's Snuff. I kinda expected it to be non-sexy, in spite of the subject matter, but that it's both short and plodding is a bit of a surprise. Also started The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao, which I really should be reading instead.


• Co-worker brought back Jaffa Cake from his trip to England, but his four-year-old ate them during an unexpected layover in Newark. I did get a bottle of Old Speckled Hen, which will be a welcome refreshment this evening.