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Amélie crêpe from La Crêperie at Harvard Square - Cambridge, Mass.My breakfast, lunch and dinner rolled into one unhealthy but a goodie goodness. The Amélie crêpe has nutella, bananas and roasted almonds in it... carbs, potassium and protein? A well-balanced diet, I say!Seriously, I really have been eating so much crap lately. Tasty crap, but still crap. While I lost 10 pounds since September, I can feel my body screaming for PROPER NUTRITION. It doesn't help that I'm wearing myself thin with this nonsense of a commute between Boston and New York. I just find it so easy now to just hop onto the next bus or train ride out and when I wake up from my motion-induced slumber, I could be in Boston or New York 4 hours later. This week, I arrived in New York late Monday night (or very early Tuesday morning, rather) because I wanted to finish off a choreography at my dance studio in NY. But instead, I fell asleep ALL OF TUESDAY and HALF of Wednesday. And now I'm back in Cambridge again, wondering what I did in New York exactly other than to watch Hairspray with Lia... which is something we could do anytime between now and January.I've been so tired that's why I constantly need sugar in my system. That makes sense, shut up.RandomWhile working on Beckett's Endgame earlier, B took the Hairspray ticket that I used as a bookmark. Sensing an opening to squee about what I saw last Wednesday, I told him, "OMG I saw Harvey Feirstein as Edna and eeeeee it was amazing!" He asked, "Oh, George Wendt isn't on anymore?" So I said, "No." George Wendt? Psssh! Harvey's back now! George who?! "I haven't seen George Wendt as Edna (pictured right), but a lot of my friends told me that he seemed so winded whenever he performed the big numbers, like Welcome to the 60s," I added instead.B raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? He was my classmate in high school. We still keep in touch."GAAAH really? Backpedal, backpedal. "I don't know, but Harvey is really my kind of Edna. I'm biased coz I love him."Honestly. That could've been me going, "What the fuck is up with Tom Cruise?!" It's really not in my wiring to anticipate responses like, "Oh, he's my friend." HONESTLY. How random was it that I told George Wendt's friend that George friggin' Wendt looked tired when he performed in Hairspray?! Allegedly. ACCORDING TO MY FRIENDS.Lesson learned. I gotta face it - I'm in the biz. I'm bound to know people who knows these people - Kevin Bacon style. Or if I really must, I can always say, "I read it in some forum or something..."Sweet nothingsBack at the crêperie... everything goes down at the crêperie, you know it! (It's also just across Zero Arrow Theatre.) My scene partner (the vile one) went up to the counter to buy a bottled (sparkling!) water. When she plopped in front of me, she began huffing, "Ugh! What is wrong with him? I'm sorry that he has such a horrible life. Geez, no need to take it out on me!" I asked her what was up and she rolled her eyes toward the boy behind the crêpe counter.I looked at the guy behind the counter and really - same old, same old. He was quietly checking his Sidekick for messages. Nothing out of the ordinary. He takes a customer's order, makes the crêpe, checks his SK, puts crêpe on a plate, takes customer's cash, hands crêper and change to customer and then he goes back to checking his SK again. No idle chit-chat, zero fuss. She felt antagonized by that? Her rant was just so unnecessary and uncalled for. Who has issues, I wonder?