Merry Christmas Eve

Lissa won't be here till about 8. I guess that means our tea will be late. Some snacking might be necessary between now and then.
*grin*

I'm not feeling too hot. My head hurts and I feel like I have no energy. *sigh*
I knew I shouldn't have added that show at Carnegie Hall. I need to tell them that I can't just fly across the country at the drop of a hat.
Really.
*huffs indignantly*

One of Princess Anne's bull terriers attacked one of the Queen's corgis and they had to put the little thing to sleep.
*sniff*

Air France is cancelling flights to the US because of the terror alert.
What a bunch of weenies.
Where's their sense of adventure.

What does everyone think of the new blog? For some reason, my other background pic disappeared. I wanted Dicksee's Romeo&Juliet but I couldn't find one that was the correct size. Hmph. Of all the nerve.

I'm tired of people who think and act like they know everything.
Don't try to tell me that all death scenes in opera involve the character saying over and over and over "I'm dying."
That is simply not true.
That's like saying that all baseball players go around spitting constantly.
That is not true.
*sigh*

James needs to be back on Broadway.
As in NOW.
What's his problem?
Bah.

I think I need a cup of tea.

Merry Christmas everyone.