THREE DAYS OF HELL

No one has walked up to me to say, "I loved your show" while I'm eating, asked to take my picture, or wanted me to sign a program in THREE DAYS. Come on....can't we keep that going?

No one has leered at me in a smoky crew bar as if to say "you'd make a good babyoven" in THREE DAYS. That always made me feel so pretty...and it almost made me want a baby!

Life is different now, people.

I had to wake up early yesterday. (before 9!)

I was rudely woken up by SUNLIGHT.

I slept in a room with WINDOWS.

I petted a dog.

I now say "petted."

I've had to watch a 60-inch TV with Surround sound, and almost 800 channels.

I walked around the city at night, and had to ride the subway by myself.

I don't hear any announcements over a PA system about "Boat Drills" or acrobats, and I haven't had the opportunity to decide which one is more urgent.

I had to DRIVE A CAR.

I had to go an entire day without eating ice cream. I know.

I had to eat at QDOBA. OOOH I forgot how disgusting that stuff is...as disgusting as ice cream!

I had to do my OWN laundry, and the directions on the machines were in English. gross.

I COOKED some stuff...in a real kitchen. And I had to wash my own dishes. I might as well be Appalachian.

I haven't bought a souvenier in three days.

Three days of hell....hopefully I'll come out of it.

I watched The Secret; Let's look at the bright side:

I don't have a place to live.

I don't have a job.

I have to pay for food. And Gas. And Travel. (Really....even Travel??)

It's not so bad....

WELCOME BACK TIGER!!!!!!!!!!