I had a great day, when you take away the fact that I looked like hell, and I looked better than I felt. (I tried telling someone that yesterday, and they said, no, trust me, you feel better than that. I saw myself in a mirror, and I'm sticking with my original assessment. I looked beyond horrible, and I felt worse.) I got to perform on my birthday, which is one of the best presents, EVER, and now I get to actually celebrate my birthday today. (We were putting together a new play yesterday, and totally stressing out about it, needlessly. We did a good job, if you ignore a couple of flubs, which no one watching would know about.)
Now if only I could get ahold of my friend, and talk to him...