Then I was super lazy and basically spent all of yesterday spacing out. Good times. I do have actual shit I need to do (in fact I just reminded myself that I need to make a call to my eye doctor) but that'll all be on hold for tonight as I'm seeing How to Succeed... and I'm disgustingly excited.
Nevermind it being freezing outside and how I should've just worn my Chucks instead of ballet flats (with heels to put on later when I'm at the theater. I shall ignore the pain as I can dress down tomorrow and be unfashionable.
Still have writing to do, remembering what shows I'm supposed to be catching up on, all that jazz. I am anti-tempted to watch the latest Sherlock episode so I think I'll do the same thing I did with the first series: wait months after it all airs to finally give a watch. That worked for me. And if anyone asks why: I have latent Moffat rage. It's best for me to experience Moffat's writings when I am in a zen space.
I don't know if I'm more excited at hanging out with some awesome folk tonight or the show. I have low expectations: I believe there will be singing and some dancing and at points, I will be amused, but I'm not like, feeling how I felt seeing Rent, since I was DYING to see Rent and it was an awesome birthday present and it was Reg's early forays into New York City. It's how I fell in love with the city and Rent's always going to be connected to that.
Tonight though? It's a Night Out With the Girls and oh hey, that performer I like is in a thing I am going to see. Sweet.