Where to start?

Let's see. Palochi was in town. My liver hasn't quite recovered. I've seen what seems like a bazillion plays and have reviewed many of them for the two review websites I submit to. Last night I saw Red Light Winter with David; very cool, both in terms of the play and the company. I have a job interview next week; the salary is around $10,000 more than what I make now for the exact same job.

Good times.

No, seriously

Pillow. Smother. Now.

I'm actually okay if I keep standing. If I sit for more than a few minutes, I sort of lock in place and have a really hard time standing up.

This blows.

Ouch

Threw my back out this weekend. In a great deal of pain. I used up the last of my muscle relaxers from last time. Crap.

If anyone wants to come over and smother me with a pillow, I'd appreciate it.

You like me!

It appears that I won the Academy Award for best picture last night. As a rule, I tend not to photograph well, so if any of you more technologically-minded youngsters could send me a copy of whatever picture of me it was that won the award, I'd be forever in your debt.

All I need now is a Tony, Grammy and Emmy and I can legitimately call myself the Rita Moreno of my generation.