Even my henchmen think I'm crazy, I'm not surprised that you agree
Going to the studio to clean this morning was a pipe dream. A pipe dream, I tell you. The tapes are too long and too staticky to get done last night, or by 3:00 if I took off this morning and ran over there. So I'm typing madly, and trying to stay awake, and then I have that appt at 4 until probably 6. I'll clean the studios tonight after classes are done at 8:00.
I also have an interview on Friday morning now, which is good. And bad. Because the one thing I did not need was something else to fit into my schedule this week. But it's good, because it means that I look good on paper, or something. But what this really means in the short term is that my house will not be clean when my parents get here on Friday. I'll be lucky if it's even basically picked up. Oh, well. I'm sure they'll just laugh at me. But I am letting go of the pipe dreams today. Because I'm too tired to race around anymore. Back to typing. Gah.
I'm having dreams about packing. And being in the witness protection program. Or maybe just hiding, not sure which. There was a car dealership...
I also have an interview on Friday morning now, which is good. And bad. Because the one thing I did not need was something else to fit into my schedule this week. But it's good, because it means that I look good on paper, or something. But what this really means in the short term is that my house will not be clean when my parents get here on Friday. I'll be lucky if it's even basically picked up. Oh, well. I'm sure they'll just laugh at me. But I am letting go of the pipe dreams today. Because I'm too tired to race around anymore. Back to typing. Gah.
I'm having dreams about packing. And being in the witness protection program. Or maybe just hiding, not sure which. There was a car dealership...