Too tired for a three-show day

I'm tired, y'all. I hate the summer heat. I feel gross all the time and have trouble sleeping. So forgive me if this post makes even less sense than usual. Also I'm writing it out on my phone using Swype, so there are sure to be embarrassing errors. I just hope they're funny ones.

Anyway, I'm up early (for me) and hadn't posted in forever, and my already questionable judgment is compromised, so it seemed like a good time to say things on the Internet for everyone (or maybe five people) to see.

Today is day three of a four-day, seven-show weekend in New York with Lisa. Thursday I almost got a migraine laughing my head off at James Corden in One Man, Two Guvnors. I'm not a huge fan of that kind of farce in general, so extra kudos to Corden and his crew for the thoroughly delightful evening.

Yesterday was a two-movies-and-a-musical day. I saw The Avengers movie again followed by watching Cabin in the Woods again. I really love them both, and not just because I'm a Joss Whedon fangirl. (What, Swype didn't have "fangirl" in its standard dictionary? Disappointing.)

Then we saw Newsies. Finally. So that happened. And won't be happening again.

This afternoon we're seeing Topher Grace in Lonely, I'm Not at Second Stage. (Really, Swype? You give me "fecund" and "devine" before "second"?) Then we're catching the early evening performance of Potted Potter before splitting up so Lisa can see The Lyons, which I already saw recently (alas, not decadently, Swype!). (Don't worry, Nicky Silver, I'm sure she'll love it. You can stop pacing.) I'm going to Chimichangas and Zoloft at the Atlantic. (So, Swype knew "Zoloft" but not "chimichangas"? That's very disturbing.)

Tomorrow we're getting our lit-nerd on with the musical February House at the Public. I'm predisposed to like it.

To wrap up the weekend, we're going to try to get tickets FOR (not "fir," you stupid tiny portable generally awesome pocket computer) Rapture, Blister, Burn* at Playwrights Horizons. (I'm really looking forward to seeing Virginia Kull, whom I loved in Assistance.)

So, anyway, it's time for about seven frigid showers to wake me up for this long (awesome) day.

See you on the flip side. (See? Dementia from overheating!)

* Update: We ended up paying $25 to see Cock (what a bargain!) instead of rushing Rapture, Blister, Burn. We'll catch Kull's show in June instead. Also, you can bet your ass I'll be paying more money for Cock in the future. ;)