The piano has been drinking

[sovay]

I formally pronounce this a Day of Weird.

I am clinically dehydrated and I just saw Sam Waterston in the grocery store.

On my way back from the doctor's office, where I was informed that my brain had gone prune-shaped (hence the spiking migraine-like headache and the general fogginess), I was buying eight liters of water and a bag of chips; he was buying an armful of roses and some snacks. I told him he had really good eyebrows. He laughed and told me to give mine time.

Apparently he is in town for Tom Stoppard's Travesties, which I must now go and see. You can't just compliment a guy's eyebrows in the checkout line and then not go see his play.

Meanwhile, I have all the effects of a staggering hangover without having drunk anything the night before. Does this strike anyone else as unfair?

Pass the next liter . . .

Comments

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

I'll be home starting tomorrow if you want real food made by someone other than you at some point. Once I have a chance to find my way to the grocery store, I can do amusing smoothies very much like Claire's (because I learned their recipes while I worked there, once upon a time), but without the ridiculous price tag. Those are liquid, sort of, and fun.

[sovay]

You don't have to make food for me, but I'd love to hang out. Where do you live when home?

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

I'm in Hamden, just off of Whitney, just after Walgreens- easily reachable by the J bus.