Sundries

Frozen limeade, Remy Zero and Joss Whedon. I'm obsessed. I had such a good time with my Angel marathon last weekend that I have decided to work my way through the rest of the Joss-verse as I can -- the Buffy part is easy, since I already own all the seasons, and I have Serenity too, although I have never watched it (bless me Joss for I have sinned). In my defense, I kind of think I should watch Firefly before Serenity, so I think I will seek that one out next, if I can't rent it I will see if I can find someone even nerdier than me who owns the DVDs. Angel is last, simply because I have a feeling it is going to be hard to get, since I could only find season 5 to rent in town. It will be awhile before I get there though, I am still in season 2 of Buffy, and I do have a life to attend to as well.
Speaking of which, the play is going well. My cast is awesome, and I am sure I am getting spoiled by how little work I have to do to get good performances from them. Come spring when I have a bigger cast I may miss these halcyon days. We open in a bit less than six weeks, so I am not too stressed out as of yet.
I am stuck in baby hell -- everyone in my life either is pregnant, was recently pregnant, or is attempting to become pregnant. No offense to my spawn-happy friends, but I don't get the appeal. I like spending time and money on me, not some tiny critter that poops a lot. Then again, I have never really been into the pet thing either. But I suppose the human race must perpetuate, so y'all go on with your reproductive selves. Better your loins than mine.