WHEE!
Holy FUCK, Batman!!
Totally not in the mood to be sleeping now. Also totally ashamed of earlier post of Lame-Ass-ness, because HELLO I fucking rule right now.
So, I was feeling sorry for myself, I had a shower, I put on pyjamas, I started watching 40 Year Old Virgin. A most good film, and absurdly funny. Am sort of starting to feel slightly tired.
Phone goes. It's about half eleven. Who texts me at this hour? Nobody...
Ohhhhh, but the dancing god man texts me at this hour! Alas, not to arrange a sexual liaison (I love that word), but to ask if I can teach the kids on my own on Friday AND cover two classes of international students for him. Sum total of £60 for three hours' work. The stupendous HONOUR of being his cover... FUCK ME!!
Way too excited. Wayyyyyyyyyyy too excited. I want Hayley to be online so I can squee at her. Or Dara.Where the hell is Dara?!
So, am lying in bed wondering if I should buy a big boombox so I can take my music, wondering how the FUCK I get to Portslade on Friday, wondering when I'm going to choreograph this thing... Tomorrow, when the house is empty and I have nothing else to do. Need a nice routine for the kids and a killer one for these international students. I am possibly going to die of exhaustion and glory.
Order stereo? Not order stereo? Sod's law, it will arrive on Thursday during my driving lesson and I won't be in and nobody will be in and it will be awful. But maybe if I order now it will get here Wednesday whilst I'm in and freaking out about teaching the kids on my own.
I'm going to order it. I've been thinking about it for ages anyway. Do it. Do it. Spend monies. Invest in this new profession!!
Hot diggety, I'm so excited, and also hungry. And to think I was so tired earlier.
Blee!