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I found my glasses! They were in my other backpack, not unpacked from when I thought were were going to LA. Argh.
And I've finished my Ling homework. A four-day weekend to get it all out of the way so I could get off-book for ItW, but procrastination's really the way I work best, apparently unlike Bryan or Stephan.
I finished the pumpkins, for the most part (to the very repetitive but still baffling sound of the parts of the ItW soundtrack for which my part sings), before the debilitating backache started, but then I went to the chiropractor, where they gave me a massage with IcyHot and electrocuted me for half an hour and adjusted me. I felt terrific for awhile. A hot dog at Sam's, a rehearsal at U of H (yes, the Christmas Pops have started, and yes, it's almost unbearable, but it was nice to run into Greg, who's in Street Scene there), another hour or so of refining the pumpkins while procrastinating the Ling homework, and I'm desperately in need of a heating pad. But now I'm going to sleep on it. So there.
It's really remarkable how much more in control of my life I feel with nothing important misplaced (glasses, Iladi Radiel, cell phone). I have no idea when the next instalment of the Bailey paper is due, or what's going to be rehearsed for ItW tomorrow night, and I have a feeling I'm not prepared, but it doesn't matter as much when I know where my towel is, so to speak (I have three very clean ones, just out of the wash, on my bed with me right now).
And I've finished my Ling homework. A four-day weekend to get it all out of the way so I could get off-book for ItW, but procrastination's really the way I work best, apparently unlike Bryan or Stephan.
I finished the pumpkins, for the most part (to the very repetitive but still baffling sound of the parts of the ItW soundtrack for which my part sings), before the debilitating backache started, but then I went to the chiropractor, where they gave me a massage with IcyHot and electrocuted me for half an hour and adjusted me. I felt terrific for awhile. A hot dog at Sam's, a rehearsal at U of H (yes, the Christmas Pops have started, and yes, it's almost unbearable, but it was nice to run into Greg, who's in Street Scene there), another hour or so of refining the pumpkins while procrastinating the Ling homework, and I'm desperately in need of a heating pad. But now I'm going to sleep on it. So there.
It's really remarkable how much more in control of my life I feel with nothing important misplaced (glasses, Iladi Radiel, cell phone). I have no idea when the next instalment of the Bailey paper is due, or what's going to be rehearsed for ItW tomorrow night, and I have a feeling I'm not prepared, but it doesn't matter as much when I know where my towel is, so to speak (I have three very clean ones, just out of the wash, on my bed with me right now).