grr.

Alternate cast of Carmina tonight, and they did very nicely, and I was all set to come home and do a whole write-up of the whole production and a comparison of the two casts (because there is some overlap, with the same people dancing different roles on different nights).  And then I had a phone message from my mother that just pissed me right off -- short version, I finally asked her the other day to quit doing something she didn't realize she'd been doing frequently; she said she wouldn't do it anymore, and then she did something so related to it that she can only have been trying to be funny and failing spectacularly because it comes off like incredibly unwelcome teasing instead; this is a shame, because my mother is not normally one of the world's great nags -- and now I'm so cross that I'd almost rather do the show tomorrow night than take my evening off and go to the Folger with them, as we've planned and bought tickets for.  (I'd almost rather not see them in the morning, even.  Which isn't fair, because they did come all the way down here for the purpose of seeing me, and plus I don't like feeling like a bratty twelve-year-old and refusing to speak to people just because they made fun of me.)

(But, goddammit.  It's so unlike her, when I say "Mom, could you stop pointing out X?" to promise one day to stop pointing out X and turn around the next day and make a big show of X without actually saying "You know, X", which is what I asked her to knock off.  I'd say I'll feel better in the morning, and I probably will, but on the other hand this is exactly the sort of thing that I feel better about and then remember and get all annoyed all over again.  DAMN it.)

(So I'm just going to go to bed.  But I won't even sleep well.)

still annoyed, but:

[looks at calendar][sees that the sugar pills begin on sunday]

Oh.  Well, that makes a shade more sense, then.