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Vicodin makes me itch all over.
A Midsummer Night's Dream makes me happy, rehearsing it outside on a beautiful day like today makes me even happier. Gives me a real hobgobliney and mischievous mein, all the while...I'm still itchy.
Tomorrow will be protracted just a bit, which is perfectly fine, as long as it's demiurgically done. Hopefully this type of dizzy day will be followed up with some pie-eyed shenanigans.
Overpriced thrift stores can be fun. I started my costume shopping, and it's exciting me more than you know!
Still itching.
I got a $.35 raise. Okay that's a lie, everyone who was making what I make is now making $.35 more. But it feels nice to call it a raise.
My scholarship money still hasn't come in. It's been almost two months. I'm getting impatient.
Itch.
Beer.
Sleep.
Soon.
Sleep is your friend, although strictly the fair-weather type.
Brian and I will be in Austin tomorrow afternoon, possibly staying for the evening, with a slight chance of sticking around until Sunday morning. I'd very much like to get groovy at Zilker Park at some point during the day, and either head back to Dallas later that night, or be rescued by a knight in shining after party. I suppose we will just have to wait and see how things turn out.
Either way I'm working Sunday at 12:30, and not looking forward to it much at all.
A Midsummer Night's Dream makes me happy, rehearsing it outside on a beautiful day like today makes me even happier. Gives me a real hobgobliney and mischievous mein, all the while...I'm still itchy.
Tomorrow will be protracted just a bit, which is perfectly fine, as long as it's demiurgically done. Hopefully this type of dizzy day will be followed up with some pie-eyed shenanigans.
Overpriced thrift stores can be fun. I started my costume shopping, and it's exciting me more than you know!
Still itching.
I got a $.35 raise. Okay that's a lie, everyone who was making what I make is now making $.35 more. But it feels nice to call it a raise.
My scholarship money still hasn't come in. It's been almost two months. I'm getting impatient.
Itch.
Beer.
Sleep.
Soon.
Sleep is your friend, although strictly the fair-weather type.
Brian and I will be in Austin tomorrow afternoon, possibly staying for the evening, with a slight chance of sticking around until Sunday morning. I'd very much like to get groovy at Zilker Park at some point during the day, and either head back to Dallas later that night, or be rescued by a knight in shining after party. I suppose we will just have to wait and see how things turn out.
Either way I'm working Sunday at 12:30, and not looking forward to it much at all.