not falling down

The shower curtain was wet this morning, and I realized that that’s the first time anyone has takena shower before me this year. Poor Jon had to get up at like 6 and drive to Georgetown (motto:”Where Stalactites Grow On The Power Lines”). I think I said something nasty when I learned thisinitially, along the lines of “Gee, must be awful to get up that early. Not like I do it twice adamn week,” but I didn’t mean it. At least I don’t have to drive when I get up for my8:00.

Now it’s Saturday and I got up at 7:30 out of sheer habit. My body is a reluctant grunt, but ahardworking one, I suppose.

Unfortunately, now I have to wait three more hours for Audrey to show up. I was going to be all coythere (“for somebody to show up–wouldn’t you like to know! tee hee!”), but a) I’m coy toooften anyway and b) I have neither reason nor inclination to hide it. Looking forward to today gotme through an all-night project and four-hour rehearsals this week. I think that speaks foritself.

what if I lost mydirection?
what if I lost sense of time?

“On the web, everyone’s a woman. You can’t use your sense of direction.”

–Christina Wodtke

I’d amend that to something like “on the web, everyone’s my bitch,” but I’m still thinking about picking up the book for that quote alone. Also, the “other recommendations” bit links to Judy Blume’s Blubber, which is humorously misplaced. I laughed until I stopped!

Also, from the Post’s Department of Sherlock:

Tuesday, November 12, a week from tonight, 8:00 pm EST! If you listen carefully to 91.3 WUKY, youcan almost hear me gulping like a drowned fish on my first ever public radio appearance.

We recorded it earlier tonight, so it’s only live on tape, but I was still oddly nervous. I don’treally get stage fright anymore, but I was a little freaked out anyway, partly because the host(Nick somebody?) kept telling these gentle lighthearted stories and then busting out sharp andpointed questions. It was kind of like a fencing match where he had a foil and I had a Mongo Bat.

Luckily I also had our director Tony, who trained with Britain’s Olympic fencing coach (seriously).He bailed me out quite nicely, so hopefully I’ll only sound like an idiot in patches.

But hey, y’know, I’m famous.

Emily R kind of got lost and I was worried she’d be the second Fifth Street shooting victim, but allturned out well even though I didn’t get to see her. I didn’t have to build a set, but I did spendan awful lot of time taking clothes off and putting them on in different configurations.

And the dance was in the dining hall, of course, and the punch was bad, and the band was awful, andit was the most fun ever. This would have been about the best weekend ever, actually, if it hadn’tbeen for the Emily panic (which was not her fault) and another situation that came up with somemutual friends and a mutual not-so-friend (which is his fault) and made Sunday night suck alittle.

But, y’know. Audrey.

Speaking of which, cam = best mullet yet!

Today I have spent a lot of time investigating and applying and not doing my homework. In this, itseems, I have something in common with ETS:

• “Complete the Authorization Voucher Request Form found in the Bulletin.

• Mail the fee and voucher request form in the CBT envelope to the address printed on thevoucher.”

A curious proposition, to say the least, as I’m filling out the voucher request to get avoucher. These are the people who wrote the tests that will determine whether I’m allowed into gradschool! Trust!

(I can’t believeI’m linking to “Wonderwall”)

I think that as of this week I have reached Critical Busy Mass. I’m scraping together the stuff towork at the family biz for my winterinternship, to take the GRE (I’m so poor it’s free!), and of course figure out if and where I wantto do the grad school thing. And that’s the long-term stuff. There’s also still the play, and theother play, and the job, and the other job, and I just remembered I have to run (literally) down tothe flower shop to pick up a corsage. Yow!

I’ve pretty much had to quit running, thanks to the frigid weather (I have no cold-running gear)and the fact that what used to be my afternoon time slot is now usually filled with other stuff.I’m keeping the weight off with sheer nervous energy, I think, but I miss it. The exercise, thatis, not the weight. It’s too bad Halo doesn’t burn calories.

Today: Corsage! Build set! Visit Emily R from Richmond! Hang out / eat / dance with Audrey! It’s amad house.

In the middle of the street.