I literally jumped across the room today when I realized that the show was halfway over. I fell and hit a chair, and now they tell us that it's Thursday? Oy.
Oh, I'm fine. It was more funny than painful, as my brother gave me a great, "WTF?" expression when I went, "AAAH!" and flew from the computer all of a sudden.
It hasn't even been that kind of week for me, but I'll be crying along with you, Emcee. I'll see Anthony on a table and gush over how beautiful it is.
I think I should tell my family they don't want to be around for it. I'll probably squeal, then do my "it's so *sob* beauti*sob*ful!!" thing again. When my parents asked how the set was, I talked for an hour, crying. My mom was like "erm... uhhuhhhh."
I hear you, Emcee. I actually felt nauseous while waiting for the segment that didn't happen tonight. I think that we need a RENT movie support group or some such thing.
And with that thought, I'm going to shower and get to bed. Good night, everyone. Lovely dreams.
It's very worth the trouble, ballerina. Did you make sure you actually INSTALLED the player? I thought I did and then I couldn't figure out why it wasn't working.