Slept in and didn't get in trouble
I finally got to sleep about four last night. Then this morning when my alarm went off I decided to laze in bed a couple more minutes while I pulled myself together. I didn't wake up again until 10:16. Since I've been house-sitting, though, Dave's been really wishy-washy as to what time he wants me to come in. So I claimed that I thought this was a later day, and it all worked out fine.
And despite the fact that last night wasn't easy, I think in some ways it was cathartic. Or at least I feel more at peace right now.
I really like Johnny Cash. Jim just introduced me to Sunday Morning Coming Down sung by him, and among a bunch of other songs he sang, was Hurt which has one of the most stunning videos. I'm not sure quite how I feel about his version of The Long Black Veil (sb, you know my feelings regarding that song) but at least he does the proper going up on "veil" and it sounds good in it's own way.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
I had a mildy amusing moment yesterday when the patch on my pants started bothering me because it was half off, so I decided to sew it back on. While I was wearing the trousers. And I need to go home to get clothes.
Yesterday was a reasonably terrible day. I had to go over to Dave's place to pick some stuff up, so I walked most of the way to the subway stop before realising I didn't have his keys on me. Then once I'd dropped off the stuff from his place at FedEx, I promptly got on the subway going uptown instead of down. So then I decided that it would be smarter just to go up to Times Sq and over rather than just back down. I have no idea what kind of crackbrained stupid logic propelled me to that decision.
I actually had a reasonablly good and productive meeting with my scene partner. I think he actually knows what he's doing and might be really fun to work with. *PING* SB- We might be doing a scene from The Dining Room which amuses me to know end. I sort of want to do the scene with the table repair guy. I think that was Jacqueline and...Alex? Do you remember? But the rest of the rehearsal was absolutely interminable. I doubled the length of the scarf I'm knitting during rehearsal and still provided more comments than most people. (Mostly at the appropriate times too! Aren't ya proud?) It felt sort of like being back in class, which was excruciating - because it definitely felt like being in the regular classes, not the honours, and with Mr. Menon-esque teachers. But then part of the reason I liked my scene partner was that we made snarky comments together afterwards. And tonight is another rehearsal - this one for Midsummer, as opposed to for the one acts.
And then last night was a West Wing Marathon. That was sheer beauty. I saw an episode I'd never seen before and the episode where CJ did THE JACKAL! Truly quality. And the "Let Bartlett be Bartlett" episode which is only minorly less good than the "Game On" episode.
Ahem, did I just reveal the true extent of my dorkiness? Whooops. That's all a figment of your imagination guys, never happened.
And despite the fact that last night wasn't easy, I think in some ways it was cathartic. Or at least I feel more at peace right now.
I really like Johnny Cash. Jim just introduced me to Sunday Morning Coming Down sung by him, and among a bunch of other songs he sang, was Hurt which has one of the most stunning videos. I'm not sure quite how I feel about his version of The Long Black Veil (sb, you know my feelings regarding that song) but at least he does the proper going up on "veil" and it sounds good in it's own way.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
I had a mildy amusing moment yesterday when the patch on my pants started bothering me because it was half off, so I decided to sew it back on. While I was wearing the trousers. And I need to go home to get clothes.
Yesterday was a reasonably terrible day. I had to go over to Dave's place to pick some stuff up, so I walked most of the way to the subway stop before realising I didn't have his keys on me. Then once I'd dropped off the stuff from his place at FedEx, I promptly got on the subway going uptown instead of down. So then I decided that it would be smarter just to go up to Times Sq and over rather than just back down. I have no idea what kind of crackbrained stupid logic propelled me to that decision.
I actually had a reasonablly good and productive meeting with my scene partner. I think he actually knows what he's doing and might be really fun to work with. *PING* SB- We might be doing a scene from The Dining Room which amuses me to know end. I sort of want to do the scene with the table repair guy. I think that was Jacqueline and...Alex? Do you remember? But the rest of the rehearsal was absolutely interminable. I doubled the length of the scarf I'm knitting during rehearsal and still provided more comments than most people. (Mostly at the appropriate times too! Aren't ya proud?) It felt sort of like being back in class, which was excruciating - because it definitely felt like being in the regular classes, not the honours, and with Mr. Menon-esque teachers. But then part of the reason I liked my scene partner was that we made snarky comments together afterwards. And tonight is another rehearsal - this one for Midsummer, as opposed to for the one acts.
And then last night was a West Wing Marathon. That was sheer beauty. I saw an episode I'd never seen before and the episode where CJ did THE JACKAL! Truly quality. And the "Let Bartlett be Bartlett" episode which is only minorly less good than the "Game On" episode.
Ahem, did I just reveal the true extent of my dorkiness? Whooops. That's all a figment of your imagination guys, never happened.