Well, dear readers, I do believe I had a light bout of food poisoning due to some faulty cheese. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a fan of faulty cheese. In this instance, I decided to make about two ounces of pasta with butter and some parmesan cheese. And so I did. And I took a bite and thought to myself, “Myself, this tastes odd, this parmesan cheese.” I immediately checked the expiry date on the package, which said July 2020. Last I looked, it was February 2020 and I’d only bought the damn cheese the last week of December and it’s been in the refrigerator closed up tight ever since. So, I rather stupidly continued eating it even though it tasted odd. Well, I went to bed at three and was up not long after with a very upset tummy due to faulty cheese. I popped Pepcids but nothing helped. I went back to bed, tossed and turned, got worse, slept a bit but kept waking up. I was up for a few hours, then finally went back to bed. The alarm went off at eleven-thirty, but I just kept sleeping, not arising until two. I have no idea how much sleep I actually got, but maybe seven or eight hours. I felt a bit better on arising, answered e-mails and relaxed for a bit.
But then I had to mosey on over the the Bank of Bur for a late lunch meeting at Bob’s Big Boy. I decided to chance eating and thankfully that was fine. Then I came right home and finished entering all my fixes. I then began entering one of the proofer’s fixes, which include some light punctuation in the lyrics. I don’t punctuate lyrics, ever. But I was told that it might make easier reading if there were a few periods, question marks, and commas – nothing overdone, and so I’m entering all that, doing only what feels natural. I got eighty-one pages into that.
I read a bit more of the book on Chinatown, which, as of yet, is not about Chinatown. And it’s yet another author ascribing people in show business in the 1960s saying “on set.” No, author, no one said that stupid phrase back then EVER. On the set. Get it? Got it. Good. I’m hoping the book moves along.
I went to Gelson’s and got some rice pudding, came home, and ate it all up. It wasn’t great and it wasn’t bad, it was in between but yards better than the faulty cheese. Then I listened to some weird, atonal music by Norwegian composer Fartein Valen. No melody anywhere, but I enjoy hearing weird stuff every now and then but when I’m done with his four symphonies I’ll be done with his four symphonies, forever.
Today, I’ll sleep in, then continue entering fixes and light punctuation. I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll keep entering fixes, and then I’ll relax and perhaps watch something.
Tomorrow is more of the same and then I may go to the theater for a bit for the first put-in of our replacement actress for week three. Since this will just be for blocking, I don’t really have to be there, but I think being supportive is important. Friday, I’ll enter fixes all day, then decide if I’ll see the show that evening. Same thing on Saturday. Sunday is our first talk-back, so I’ll be there for that one. Then next week is all book stuff and hopefully starting the design.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, continue entering fixes and light punctuation, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, enter more fixes, and then relax and perhaps watch something. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to never again have faulty cheese.