Here's how Debbie started the New Year: fell on my ass last night at Cantina, sprained my ankle, passed out (for the second time in a month) at rehearsal. But this time I had enough sense to stay in my chair while I passed out, neatly avoiding a pesky visit from the paramedics and I still managed to make it through the rest of rehearsal, so I doubt I did any permanent damage. And at least I didn't wreck my car, for a change.
The previous paragraph is neither alarming nor surprising. That's just how I role. I swear I am not an attention whore (unless I'm in a show--come see my show!), but this shit just always seems to happen to me. It's okay. The Universe needs a fall guy and I guess I'm it. That's cool. Karmically speaking, that means next time I will have straight hair and a chin, be at least 5'5", have an actual career and an adequate income and get laid on a regular basis. Is that too much to ask?
But in the meantime, I am going to be uncharacteristically boastful here and say that in spite of First Paragraph-like Shit that keeps happening to me, I have a helluva great attitude. I am a weird bird, no doubt, but weird in a good way and no matter what Karmic Shitstorm I seem to get caught in, I still think things are going to be all right. Because although my life has been a train wreck from inception, I'M STILL HERE!! And I'm overall a pretty cool chick, for someone of my advanced age. And nine times out of ten the KS ends up being funny and, as we all know, I will do absolutely anything for a joke, even though this blog episode would seem to deny that.
So, bring it, Universe! I'm ready. . . I can take it. I have two untouched fenders left on my car; the cast of Skanks doesn't even blink anymore when they see me unconscious; I have yet to fall at Rojo (amazing in of itself). And 2012 is just getting' started. . . . .