stay on the scene, like a sweat machine

i am the sweatiest man ever. you may think that is hyperbole, but i'm telling you, it's true. just ask anyone who was at last night's rehearsal. clothes drenched. puddles of perspiration left on the ground. looking like i had just stepped out of a pool - a swimming pool filled with bodily fluid. it reached a point where i couldn't be near the other actors or touch them - i was that moist. i could lie down on the ground and do "thor angels" of sweat. ewwww. spent most of my time offstage apologizing. yeah, i know everyone sweats, but not this profusely. it's disgusting. and all i kept thinking was, "at least this was just the play within a play. good thing it wasn't the scenes with bottom and titania." i've got to figure something out for tonight. four or five t-shirts? a wet suit? recommendations appreciated.

this is one of the reasons i don't exercise.

fourth day without morning prayers. unlike the other days this week, no good excuse, other than i was still beat from my bout with insomnia the night before. probably should stop over to st. e's, make sure someone cleaned up the elements. otherwise, it could be a bit scary come sunday....

not much to share - been spending most of my time this week inside trying not to be a slobbery mess. have almost finished x-files season 3. only two more seasons in my collection left to go. maybe not the greatest way to spend ones time, but i've been enjoying it, much more than i would trying to do something outside.

i have nothing left to say.
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Tunes: marah - rain delay