Alive and Kicking, am I!
Am I?
I am.
It's been hot as fuck this week, but the dryness in the air has made the night somewhat cool in my house of sticks. (Despite the big bad wolf's best efforts, he has yet to blow it down.)
The bats are missing this year; I am not sure why, but the result seems to be that the mosquitos are completely out of control. My legs look like they have the pox; nevermind that I never leave my room without socks and pants no matter how hot it is. Those little fuckers still find a way to make a veritable feast of my poor, pale, pasty legs. Good thing nobody is seeing them, these days. (Okay. Maybe it's NOT a good thing, but the pickins are pretty slim up here, so I am going to wait to fling myself into the dating pool again until I get home and can be a lot more choosy.)
Truthfully, I've been too busy to contemplate anything in my meager span of free time outside of my complete and total exhaustion. I need to take two consecutive days completely off, but that's not in the cards until next week. I've been working, literally, fifteen hours a day for the past two weeks (though this weekend, I worked only 12 performing hours per day...I think my thirty pound costume and the 90 degree heat compensated for those three hours I was slacking off...hah).
Today was better. I'll only put in about 6 hours when all is said and done.
My work is in a good place. My heart will be, too, when the work load subsides in seven days. Who knows, perhaps I'll even find some time to write, then. Wouldn't that be a dream?
I really, really, really do miss you all. I'll be around again in August, and try to pop up Ye Olde AIM whenever I am posting, as I am right now.
I am.
It's been hot as fuck this week, but the dryness in the air has made the night somewhat cool in my house of sticks. (Despite the big bad wolf's best efforts, he has yet to blow it down.)
The bats are missing this year; I am not sure why, but the result seems to be that the mosquitos are completely out of control. My legs look like they have the pox; nevermind that I never leave my room without socks and pants no matter how hot it is. Those little fuckers still find a way to make a veritable feast of my poor, pale, pasty legs. Good thing nobody is seeing them, these days. (Okay. Maybe it's NOT a good thing, but the pickins are pretty slim up here, so I am going to wait to fling myself into the dating pool again until I get home and can be a lot more choosy.)
Truthfully, I've been too busy to contemplate anything in my meager span of free time outside of my complete and total exhaustion. I need to take two consecutive days completely off, but that's not in the cards until next week. I've been working, literally, fifteen hours a day for the past two weeks (though this weekend, I worked only 12 performing hours per day...I think my thirty pound costume and the 90 degree heat compensated for those three hours I was slacking off...hah).
Today was better. I'll only put in about 6 hours when all is said and done.
My work is in a good place. My heart will be, too, when the work load subsides in seven days. Who knows, perhaps I'll even find some time to write, then. Wouldn't that be a dream?
I really, really, really do miss you all. I'll be around again in August, and try to pop up Ye Olde AIM whenever I am posting, as I am right now.