At open mic yesterday, I learned that there are parts of Sunday night's party that are completely missing from my memory. I guess that explains why, thinking back on it, it seems like such a short evening. I can remember the beginning, of course, and I do remember the end of the night, but it seems there are chunks of the middle that have gone missing. Funny that. Unless, of course, Ro and Dave are messing with me. I guess it's possible, but I trust that they'd come up with more interesting things for me to have forgotten if they were really going to lie about it.
There's about a week and a half left before my official stage debut in the role of Panic. I hope that I am able to convince the audience with my powers of freaking the hell out.
Biz the hedgehog is adorable and sweet and starting to get used to me. Last time I went in to visit with her, she didn't go spiky at all, and showed no hesitation about climbing into my hand and coming out to play. Lacey and I are probably going to move her cage down to the first floor now that the party is over, so that she'll get more used to having people around. Also so I can hang out with her at night, even if Lacey is already asleep upstairs.