This Crazy Thing I Call Life...

Yes, my life has been insane the past week. Between work and friends, I haven't had much spare time to myself. Susan has gotten on this art kick. She's wanting to completely redesign her apartment. We've hit gallery after gallery in search of the perfect pieces. The hardest part, our taste in art is completely different. Everything I like, she doesn't. I give up. Maria is getting ready to being performing Measure for Measure on February 28th. That sounds like a lot of time to be preparing, but it really isn't. She's an excellent actress though- I've got every confidence that she'll ace her performance.

Work has been hectic. "Emma's" been very restless at night, and I'm not sure why. She's been fine during the day, coherent, alert, lively, but at night, restless and agitated. I know she's worried about Bobby. He's been putting in long hours and not taking any time for himself. That bothers her. I've tried re-assuring her that Bobby's fine. He knows what he can and can't handle. I spoke with him briefly last night. He was working a double and absolutely worn out.

I arrived home to find another message from Chuck, wanting to see me tonight. I haven't called him back. I just don't understand why the man feels he needs to keep on calling me. It's absolutely insane. I've never had anyone call me that much in my entire life. Not even when my friends had "a man crisis". I don't want to think about him right now.

I have a splitting headache. I went out with some of the girls from Carmel Ridge last night. We had a nice dinner then went out for some drinks. You know what happens when you get a group of crazy women together in a bar. Well, that explains the headache I have today.