Sheep go to Heaven

I betcha heaven's a Chicago porch on a breezy summer night. And in my
heaven, the part of St. Peter is played by Jean... of course the door's
never locked...cause its a porch...so there's no door.

Monday Nights at ETC

Just walkin home.

- Megan

Smells like a Cubs game.

Why I'm Tired All the Time

A Week in the Life of Meegs:
-Monday
6:30 Wake Up
8:30-5:30 Accounting/Auditing (I hate math, but my coworkers are cool)
6:30-10 intern time at Second City

-Tuesday
6:30 Wake Up
8:30-5:30 More Auditing
7:00-10:00 Dinner at home and Laundry with the homeless guys at the
laundromat.

-Wednesday
6:30 Wake Up
8:30-5:30 Filing (ugh)
6:30-10 Work on show stuff/write for class

-Thursday
6:30 Wake Up
8:30-5:30 stuffing envelopes (I have a college degree)
6:30-8:30 dinner/nap
9:30-11:30 work at Second City

-Friday
6:30 Wake Up
8:30-5:30 MORE stuffing envelopes
6:30pm-1:30am work at Second City

-Saturday
8:00 wake up
10-1 class
1-3 class bonding time
4-5:30 dinner/nap
6:30pm-1:30am work at Second City

-Sunday
Sleep
Church
5:30-9:30 Work at Second City

I miss friends.

High Fidel-ity

While I'm collecting pics that parody famous dictators, I think this is
my improv teacher dressed up as Castro on the cover of "Cigar
Asphyxianado" I found this in the collage that lines the walls of the
ETC box office. (Baby Hitler was just added to the inner walls of the
Skybox Box last week.) There's something inherently comforting about
working in a place where the walls have the same decorating concept as
my bedroom when I was 19. No, I didn't decorate my walls with spoofs of
evil, but it was a random collage of movie/theatre posters, found
objects, memorabelia, certificates, and postcards. Further proof that
Second City is my home. Or at least my bedroom?

The not-so-great depression

As someone who has been through depression before, I'd like to review
the signs and the steps I take to combat it when it arises.

Signs of Meegs in depression:
- sleepy all the time
- room is messier than usual
- fixing my hair is WAY to much work
- consistently late for work every day for over a week
- unexplained pain all over my body
- panic attack - poor Millie unfortunately witnessed one at 6am on
Sunday. It wasn't pretty.
- nobody besides friggin Coulter has commented on my blog in months!

Ways to fight it.
- hang with family/friends
- eat healthier
- exercise more
- play with a puppy
- get drugs

I have no family here, so today at my desk when I thought I was going to
have a total meltdown I went for a walk around the office, and hung out
with my pretend family, the IT guys. I can always count on them to talk
nerdy, tease me, argue with each other, and sympathize with my problems
that they really don't get. Just like family.

Then I had lunch with Fabulous Aaron (soaking in money in the pic
below), because I just helped him get a job in my building. I'm so
manipulative you know. I only helped him get the job so I would have a
regular lunch date. And it worked. We had a secret rendezvous in the
"secret cafeteria" because due to flex hours I wasn't supposed to take a
lunch. But I said, "Screw it! I need some fabulous lunch time!"

And I had a salad.

..and a brownie. But I don't think the brownie should count as junk
food because it didn't taste very good.

I don't know about the exercise thing. I like to. I want to. If you
only knew what my schedule looks like lately, that frown on your face
would be made of pity and sympathy instead of disappointment.

I think I'll take Lois for a walk tonight. If the bitch will let me.

I'm just really stressed about all the things I'm juggling right now.
I've got too much going on, but the only aspect of my life that I can
bear to part with is the one thing that provides me with the basic
necesseties of life. I like money! But my brain hurts. I'm tired. I
want to roll in a little ball and moan. Forever.
Ooooooooooooouuuuuummmmmm uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm eeeeeeeooooooouuuuugg.
Don't disturb me I'm fetal moaning.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooaaaaannn

Ok I give up. Bring on the drugs.
- Megan

I miss...

Hawaiian Punch. ...and Hawaiian Punch flavored things like gum and candy.
- Megan

Epiphany

I think I'm officially depressed again. Good thing I'm too busy to
think about it.
- Megan

Mien Summer Kampf

Nien! Summer ist NOT over!

(Props to Max and Zack)

Apparently THIS is why men don't stop for directions.

- Megan

Seeking Corporate Sponsors

Miller Lite and 5B Arthur. Two great tastes that taste great together!

Fabulous Bartender

Fabulous Aaron
He likes to bathe in money
"Tipping is sexy!"
- Megan