Oh no I think I caught a chill.
coming down with the flu?
I can’t move my neck left or right,
my joints ache and I shiver.
mmm soup? Yes.
Lately I find that my mind wonders when I’m onstage and I suddenly remember old -really old- dreams, vividly and in great detail, old memories from my childhood and early years in London, insignificant details all of a sudden spring to mind. I’m glad because my memory is so bad; I have no real recall of my lifeline so far. Today I remembered a dream I had years and years ago about a house on an island that I wanted to build. it would be all white, on top of a bare, rocky island and there would be a labyrinth around it to make it near impossible to get to it unless you had a map. The house would have many random and oddly shaped openings for the wind to blow through and make hissing sounds and a lot of running water inside. I’d be blasting the soundtrack of Vampires Lobos, getting ass faced with wine and dance around naked.
Oh it’s my name day today. Must remember to bring a carton of Kinder eggs to the theater for treats.

my body aches so much, i need a hot bath in my AWESOME Gucci bubble bath.

oh and yes my mid-life crisis is still full blown.
mataiotis mataiotitwn ta panda mataiotis.

watched many Shannon Tweed erotic thrillers on dvd and ate pop corn.

one must fulfil one’s duty even if it kills him.

so I spoke to a guy in Brussels at the SONY VAIO Support Center.
HOW neat. They are picking it up on Friday by FedEx from my home, flying it to Belgium, checking it out and I shall have it back repaired or replaced within five days. That is good customer service.
God how I hate Greece.

ioanna and marilita invited me out for a drink; I declined.
They are having a drink right now at Mommy’s and she just sent me an sms.
“..I’m so happy to have met you”
:-)))))
yay for m.

DAMN
a member of the cast is ill with the flu
and the show has been cancelled for 3 days. ARGH.
just as i was starting to enjoy self-punishment.

hanging out at the internet cafe waiting for artemis to pick me up for fun fofiko moments. how lucky for me. the show was enjoyable and fast. i love the Fourth Sister.

i woke up having lived the day already.

i sneaked again in the Lala House for a nap at Lala’s bed.
Vico, the doggie was there too and we slept soundly.
When we woke up it was already evening.

in my dream, my sister and I agreed that airplanes, when they are about to crash, they slow down and they hit the ground gracefully and silently.

cancelled all appointments.
didn’t take any calls.
betsy mccall told me she hates xmas.

<--- LaLa House ...always keep in mind that most doll's houses originally were made as playthings for children, which explained -but not entirely- the differences of scale and styles found in the same house. Also, doll's houses, notably those which stayed in a family over several generations, such as the Lala House, evolved and changed, furniture was lost or broken and later replaced, just the way it happens in real houses...

Ektoras and Syllas are in the living room watching The Hours on DVD.
I will take a long shower.
Syllas keeps yelping how great Julianne M. is. Ektoras agrees. I like M.Streep more.
Tess I got you a bottle of the Greek silicon I use. You will love it.
“How was your morning?”
“Uneventful.”
“Did you have breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Liar.”

I should have asked for a lock of Mania’s hair.
I still haven’t felt any grief or loss.
It’s not like she hasn’t died; it’s like she never existed.
Like she was a character in a movie I saw a long time ago.
Why can’t I react normally to it? She deserves a lengthy time of mourning.
I have no heart.

wow the end of a VERY long week.
I didn’t relax for one second.
but it was worth it.
a man’s work is never done.

Here is your schedule for December.
What will happen after February I don’t know.
It looks a tad bleak.

sreepy sreepy
i now have a swiss snow globe on my dressing room table.

  Sony VAIO

Mania died 3 days ago.
She was- is?- my favorite aunt.
I cannot take it in. There’s noway she’s 6 feet under as I write these words.
But she is. I don’t understand how I will never hear her voice again.
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand.