At what point of watching a new show do you call yourself hooked? This week I started watching two shows and I would say I am stuck watching them all the way through now. First off was Pretty Little Liars. That started as a fluke and now I am 11 episodes into it. The other? Doctor fucking Who. Sigh. Yeah I know. I am seven episodes into that one.
As you can see I didn't do much yesterday. I worked a little bit on some stuff, watched some TV, cleaned, made steak tacos for dinner, ran a couple of errands, but otherwise, not much until showtime. I took a nap which was nice. I have been pretty tired lately. Felt nice to get some rest. The kid and KBF came home around 2. They struck out at the places they looked at which I think was frustrating for them. Welcome to adulthood. One of the places was a hotel converted into student housing and they said it was horrible for the asking price.
The kid went off to work around 6 and had to close then reopen this morning. As a result she missed the show last night.
The show was good. No major issues. It started late as expected because we had to do a whole bunch of pre-show stuff in honor of our director's birthday. He turns 40 this week and we made it a spectacle. I do sometimes feel for the audience having to deal with out antics. But it's part of the show. We didn't start until 12:45 which means it was almost 3 by the time we got out. Good thing I have nothing to do today.
B is awake. Going to make french toast rollups for breakfast. I hope all of you have a wonderful Sunday. Know I am thinking of you and send my best always.
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