Fri, Feb. 25
... So I will not hide
My hands are so dry, they hurt. The back of my right hand in particular. I love living in dry, dry Calgary, especially when my hands spend several hours of most days immersed in dishwater.
Ah well. Ismarys left early today, because Shantel (her daughter) got sick, so I worked an extra couple of hours. Actually, I did that both yesterday and today. Which will be nice. Every hour counts, right?
Hrmm. Remind me to hit the dollar store tomorrow for party hats/blowers/etc for work on Sunday night. Becky and I are still working on embarrassing Blair as much as possible, and since his birthday is on Monday, it seems like the perfect opportunity to see if we can make him turn red. If he doesn't work himself sick again before Sunday, that is.
Kat and I were going to go out tonight, but she's got a migraine, so I think we're going to hang out some day next week (btw, Kat, if you want to do something during the day, I have Tuesday off. Wednesday morning still works, too, though...), which means that I have an evening free. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself! :o) Maybe curl up with a movie and something to day... I feel like Wendy's, maybe. I dunno... I might hang out with Kim after she's off work at 9:30, so if we're going to do something, I don't want to eat beforehand...
And anyways. Next week is going to be busy--I've got rehearsals or production meetings on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and then (I think) Friday night free again. Not bad, not bad.
Most of my Sunday rehearsals are over by now, so I'm back to working Sunday nights, instead of opening, which I've been doing for about the past 4 weeks. We have one more Sunday night, and then that's about it, so it's back to closing and the "Sunday Night Power Clean." Which, I've been informed, involves the oven this week.
This is seriously the most pointless entry I think I've ever written. Kudos if you've gotten this far--it's reading more like my to-do list slash schedule for the next few days.
Yup, it's official. I need a life.
One year ago today: It was like shopping for the pattern and fabric for my high school grad dress all over again. Yeah. That was an ordeal. We have different tastes, that's all. And when she's sewing my clothes, the different tastes come out that much more clearly.
infinite || abyss
posted at 7:52 p.m.
