I use a rectal thermometer. It makes being sick WAY more fun. That said...
What do you do when you're home and sick with a cold / mini-flu on one of the rainiest weekends in Chicago?
I mean, other than sleep a lot, drink a lot and pee a lot.
And when I say "pee a lot," I don't mean "on someone." For a change.
Well, if you're me, you browse the internet off and on. In between coughing / hacking up a lung.
And this little "fail" video made me think to myself...
"Why don't actors get to do this on stage?
Apparently, the Goodman Theatre's six-hour, nine-act (I'm not joking) production of Eugene O'Neill's play Strange Interlude could benefit from one of the actors, feeling really great about the scene he just played, walking to the edge of the stage, shouting, "Nailed it!" and doing that ping-pong champ's dance.
P.S. To whomever it was sitting in the balcony of the Goodman's press opening for "Strange Interlude" who shouted back to the stage...
"Why are you butchering this play, this beautiful play?"
...I wanna party with you, cowboy.