Realising that I was still too ill to go to No Way To Treat A Lady in Darlinghurst last night, I called up to try to get a refund on my ticket. The box office lady referred to the Producer who refused my refund, which I accept because I booked online a long time ago, and it was also within 24 hours of the performance. Regardless, it was $50 down the drain.

Next I get a phone call from work saying that my flight to Brisbane has been changed to Wednesday afternoon, meaning I couldn’t see Jess in The Last Five Years on Wednesday night. Determined not to miss it, I went down and saw the tech rehearsal tonight, and it’s in very good shape and audiences will love it.

Finally, and most disappointingly, Izzy and I heard today that we didn’t get the apartment-of-our-dreams. As usual, competition was strong and in the end one of the other 6 applications was chosen by the landlord. Not only is it disappointing as it was one of the few apartments that seemed liveable (and plenty more), but it was also my last chance to do any apartment hunting for some time due to work travels. I’m not a bitter person, but I hope the landlord chose a group of junkies who destroy the place. Okay, maybe I am a bitter person.

As I was walking out the door to The Last Five Years, I was pretty much destroyed by the day. As if karma seemed fit to give me a crappy Wheel of Fortune consolation prize, I found a $10 note when I turned my head. Apparently having lost $50, the apartment of my dreams and having my plans ruined equates to a tenner for pain and suffering.

The opening weekend of Spelling Bee went wonderfully, but not without incident.

Prone, as I am, to a disgruntled stomach, it seems I was to disagree with dinner between the Saturday matinee and evening performances. As I was getting ready for the 8pm performance I was feeling a little unstable in the digestion department. Just minutes before we were about to start the show, after deciding it was not just a bout of nerves, I had to race off to the bathroom and almost instantly lose my dinner. Thankfully my microphone was not live at that stage.

One of the great (and also inconvenient) things about this show is that I never leave the stage once I’m on until intermission, and then again until the end of the show. There were some dodgy moments during the performance when I broke out in sweats and felt nauseous, but I got through Act 1 without any further incident. Some of the intermission was spent back out in the toilets, and generally things picked up a bit during the second act and I didn’t have to make any emergency dashes off stage.

After the show, against my better judgement, almost everyone headed back to my place for a party, which helped to take my mind off things. Heading to bed at about 2:30am with Kenney, Izzy and Jack in their quarters (on my floor), I woke at around 11am with all but Izzy having dashed off early in the morning. To my surprise, the place was remarkably clean too, thanks to Nico and Izzy’s whip around.

Usually once a show opens having just finished a mammoth (and tiring) production week, things calm down a bit and you can start getting the rehearsal withdrawals. Unfortunately, this week is a bit hectic for me. At the moment, Monday night I’ll be at No Way To Treat A Lady, Tuesday I have my very last committee meeting for the theatre group, and Wednesday I hope to catch a production of The Last Five Years that I did some rehearsal piano work for during the last month or two. Thursday I’m flying off to Brisbane for work, and will return on Friday afternoon with time to get back to Wollongong for Spelling Bee. It’s kind of exhausting just reciting the itinerary.

In other news, Izzy and I applied for a wonderful apartment-of-our-dreams-type-place and we are extremely eagerly awaiting news of whether we have been successful. After being so depressed and anxious about the apartment-hunting process, and getting bad vibes every time I walked into an apartment, this one was like the clouds parted and a great ray of light directed us to it. It’s the first place I had seen that I didn’t think was a step down from my current apartment. Our fingers are crossed, and if this doesn’t come through I don’t think I’ll have the energy or time to continue the hunt until after my medium-term Brisbane engagement concludes.

At the moment life feels like an out-of-control treadmill just racing around on a loop. I’m running on top of it, jumping from one step to the next because it seems to be the way to keep upright. Eventually I’ll get too tired and I’ll need to find a way to slow it down, but for now this seems to be working.

• Getting a haircut
• Doing some washing
• Attended Spelling Bee working bee
• Watching a movie (Dirty Rotten Scoundrels)
• Sleep
• Make a carrot cake
• Updating my blog, however lame

Things I didn’t get around to doing:

• Any sort of organisation re: moving house
• Packing/sorting
• Working on another web project
• Sort out my wretched iTunes situation
• Print some musical scores I want to play

This week is crazy. As is typical in my life at the moment, I leave the house around 6.30am and return around 11pm. In short, don’t expect any new words appearing here.

I’m slowly coming to the realisation that if I ever hope to have a social life again (at least, over the next 6-12 months), I’ll need to move closer to work. They’ve been great in letting me work from home two days this week, but there are certainly no promises I can keep doing that. It would be nice to be 20-30 minutes away from work, rather than 2 hours.

And so the hunt begins. In my non-existent downtime, I need to find an appropriate room mate and find somewhere to live. I hope I have the former tentatively penciled in very lightly with a 4H pencil: darling Izzy. The latter will be difficult, but at least there is no urgent rush.

It’s all qualified in my head; renting in Sydney could be a nice stepping stone, and certainly a change of scenery that I’m looking for.

I wonder if my Mum will travel to Sydney to pick up my washing?