Tonight is the first real summer musical rehearsal. I know it’ll be fun (as it always is), but rushing home most nights to have dinner and then rush off to rehearsal gets a bit tiring. And the rehearsal schedule is brutal – WFSa this week, MWFSa the next, and then eleven days in a row until we open.
My Palm Pre’s screen wouldn’t turn on on Saturday, and the Sprint store told me it was out of warranty and would cost at least $100 to fix. Later that day, it started working again, but it conked out last night and hasn’t come back. So I guess I have to argue with them about why it’s out of warranty (I think their stance was that this phone is already a replacement, but the warranty should carry over, right? I’m still within a year since I got the phone…)
And I cut my finger last night just enough to be annoying. And my legs/feet/ankles are sore from ice skating, which means rehearsal tonight might be kinda painful.
Anyway, enough whining: check out this story about the Russian spies. Apparently one of them made contact with someone who she thought was from the Russian consulate, although none of her actual contacts vouched for this guy, who was in fact an undercover FBI agent. She was having trouble with her laptop that she used to contact the Russians, and then handed over her laptop to the FBI agent to fix it.