Today was a Good Day…

Here was some good and fortunate things that happened today:

• I got to sleep in till 9
• It was a beautiful, sunny, only slightly chilly day
• I walked to Paris Baguette and ate brunch at precisely 11am, the time they start serving “Nicely Prepared Eggs benedict”
• I sat for 3 hours and re-tooled the Red Moon Rising Website
• I went to work an hour early, prepared my body and mind and even did a little stomping
• We watched the video of Thursday morning’s show, and it wasn’t as disastrous as we thought
• My makeup only took 45 minutes to apply
• I had a skinny day and my costume went on very easily, and practically hung off my body
• I got yelled at by the costume designer for being skinny (after being yelled at 1 week ago for being too fat and told to go on a diet, which was after being yelled at 4 weeks ago for being skinnier at opening than I was at the costume fitting)
• We got a full sound check
• The show kicked ass, and the audience was amazing
• I decided to celebrate by going to the Chim Chil Bung (Spa/Sauna) and eating Kim Chi Jjiggae (Kim Chi Stew)

And finally…

• IT SNOWED

Who ate my chocolate?

“Who ate my chocolate?”
Said the Jeremy to the Penguin.
“I don’t know,”
Said the Penquin,
“Apparently though, I have opted to spell my name with the silent q option, rendering it as the phonetically correct, ‘pen-oo-in’, or, as I like to stress, ‘penwuan’”
“Interesting,”
Jeremy mused.
“I would still like to know who ate my entire block of Cadbury Caremello, that I purchased at Sweet Space on my way home form the Chim Chil Bung for W3,500…”
“Maybe it was consumed by your subconcious as you WikiWalked your way into an InformationOverload”
Penwuan suggested.
“Or maybe, harmonic overtone singing has whittled away my subconcious self to a bloody stump, and I should have been in bed an hour ago”
Ventured the distressed Jeremy, now listening to the seminal track, ‘Satan’s Saxophones’ by his soul-mate, Sufjan Stevens.
“Indeed”
Concluded Penwuan (who wishes it to be known that he neither exists, nor wishes himself to be mentioned in any context outside of this forum, and furthermore, a search of Wikipedia for ‘Penwuan’ results in precisely NO MATCHES).

Sunday…

Acheived almost nothing today… nothing that matters.

The most excercise my body experienced was an incremental rise in heart-rate on seeing real penguins.

I wrote a little. Downloaded a lot.

Tomorrow I reclaim my life.

After I get out of bed.

If I have the resources, I may visit my private washer at the Chim Chil Bung. He knows what to press.

Baroque Pop is now my lifestyle. Along with several instances of experimental Tuvan fusion.

I just remembered something I have to do.

Arrrgh…

I give up…

I’m going to the Chim Chil Bung.

Because I can.

The transcendent power of theatre…

You KNOW that you are good when small children involuntarily wet themselves in your presence.

In other news, poor Rachel lost her voice in rather a spectacular fashion on Saturday night, which meant that, with 20 minutes rehearsal, I had to sing her numbers on Sunday… A little bit awkward, I can tell you (especially considering her big number is (I’m A) Ukulele Lady…)

Whatever, it was amazing.

I celebrated by being scrubbed to within an inch of my life by a half-naked man in the public baths (Chim Chil Bung) after which he jumped on me in an attempt to work out the mass of knotted muscle that inevitably develops from carrying a 16kg piano-accordion named Hillary for 9 weeks. Unfortunately, I think he mistook my right shoulder blade as muscle mass and I am considerably sorer as a result.

(Is sorer a word? I don’t know, I’m only working for one of Korea’s major providers of educational English language resources.)