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Um... Hm. Well, the lesson yesterday was kind of a waste of time, but then Buried Child freaked me into little shards. The play itself was moderately disturbing, the performances entirely freaky, and then I humiliated myself afterwards and I think that freaked me out most of all. I went to congratulate and admire the guy who played Tilden, which I can usually do with some modicum of grace and actual sentences, but for some reason the words and mannerisms that came out of me were all those of a ditzy teenaged girl, and rather than stay and make a further fool of myself trying to tell Evan he did a good job, I ran up the stairs after my departing people, which probably made it look like I was running away from the actors after having fangirled them. I hated myself for about an hour after that, even through the West Wing episode we watched at Stephan's house.
Probably the only thing that oculd have shook me out of that freakiness was what we decided to do next: I (and mama) stayed up till 6:00 teaching Stephan about Rock&Roll. From the beginning; we started with the Beatles and got to the year of Woodstock on a fairly broad track (including rock influences like Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins) before he swore he was going to die if he didn't go to sleep soon.
So then I accidentally slept till 7:00 pm, and now I need to eat some food before we go see Baby's closing night.
Probably the only thing that oculd have shook me out of that freakiness was what we decided to do next: I (and mama) stayed up till 6:00 teaching Stephan about Rock&Roll. From the beginning; we started with the Beatles and got to the year of Woodstock on a fairly broad track (including rock influences like Joni Mitchell and Judy Collins) before he swore he was going to die if he didn't go to sleep soon.
So then I accidentally slept till 7:00 pm, and now I need to eat some food before we go see Baby's closing night.