the gratitude project, day twenty-two
Aug. 22nd, 2011 02:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinToday, I'm grateful for another night at home. All I'm going to do is get Chinese takeout and wash clothes and dishes. I might even clean the living room a little or spend some time sorting mail and pampering the Beastie Boys. Or (this is an embarrassing one) unpacking the shopping bags from a week ago Friday.
Whatever the heck I do, the point is that I don't know exactly what I'll be doing after work, and boy, am I glad of it.
I feel rather weird today. Old and bashed up and tired, but content. I hermited myself away in the hobbit hole after I got home last night, showered, and hit the sack around midnight. Dad woke me with a phone call at 08:45, which is the longest I've slept in weeks. So it's a good thing that he called, and it's a very good thing I showered last night; I just stuck my head under the kitchen faucet to tame my hair this morning, slapped some product in it, and then I was off. Dad needs my car to take Boo-Girl home from the airport; he's worried about his car overheating during the long, hot drive to Riverside. He's going to get my car smogged while they're en route, which is very kind of him. (I'm keeping fingers and toes crossed that it passes!)
I should really get back into a workout routine. It'd make so many things easier. And I should go off the sodas again, but I don't want to put up with a week of caffeine withdrawal headaches during ItW performances, so that'll wait until October.
The light over my work desk seems strangely bright. At first I thought there was something wrong with me, but the dead cricket is gone from the upper side of the panel, so it appears that the Facilities guys must have finally replaced the dead and flickering fluorescent tubes. Yay.
I plan to finish reading two books in the next nine days, because that's when they're due at the library, and I can't renew either one again.
I must rest my voice, which feels a bit scratchy and worn down after four nights of singing soprano and delivering lines at full volume. Auditions for Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit at the Mysterium are in a week, and my determination not to audition is wavering. I feel like I'm running away from RL by making myself too busy with plays to deal with stuff that should be a higher priority. But it's such a good play, and some of my favorite Mysterium alumni are auditioning for it, which means that if they got parts and I got a part too, I'd get to work with them instead of just seeing them perform. If I can just stay determined not to audition for eight days and focus on the things I can accomplish with the free time I'll have after 25th September, then I'll be in the clear.
I discovered an almost solid patch of white hair this weekend. Never noticed it before. I've read that stress can cause hair to fall out, but grey/white hair doesn't fall out as easily as regular hair, so maybe that's what happened, because I could swear that the hair above my right ear was the same as the rest -- salt and pepper -- before tech week. I rather like it and have decided to stop coloring my hair for a while.
Whatever the heck I do, the point is that I don't know exactly what I'll be doing after work, and boy, am I glad of it.
I feel rather weird today. Old and bashed up and tired, but content. I hermited myself away in the hobbit hole after I got home last night, showered, and hit the sack around midnight. Dad woke me with a phone call at 08:45, which is the longest I've slept in weeks. So it's a good thing that he called, and it's a very good thing I showered last night; I just stuck my head under the kitchen faucet to tame my hair this morning, slapped some product in it, and then I was off. Dad needs my car to take Boo-Girl home from the airport; he's worried about his car overheating during the long, hot drive to Riverside. He's going to get my car smogged while they're en route, which is very kind of him. (I'm keeping fingers and toes crossed that it passes!)
I should really get back into a workout routine. It'd make so many things easier. And I should go off the sodas again, but I don't want to put up with a week of caffeine withdrawal headaches during ItW performances, so that'll wait until October.
The light over my work desk seems strangely bright. At first I thought there was something wrong with me, but the dead cricket is gone from the upper side of the panel, so it appears that the Facilities guys must have finally replaced the dead and flickering fluorescent tubes. Yay.
I plan to finish reading two books in the next nine days, because that's when they're due at the library, and I can't renew either one again.
I must rest my voice, which feels a bit scratchy and worn down after four nights of singing soprano and delivering lines at full volume. Auditions for Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit at the Mysterium are in a week, and my determination not to audition is wavering. I feel like I'm running away from RL by making myself too busy with plays to deal with stuff that should be a higher priority. But it's such a good play, and some of my favorite Mysterium alumni are auditioning for it, which means that if they got parts and I got a part too, I'd get to work with them instead of just seeing them perform. If I can just stay determined not to audition for eight days and focus on the things I can accomplish with the free time I'll have after 25th September, then I'll be in the clear.
I discovered an almost solid patch of white hair this weekend. Never noticed it before. I've read that stress can cause hair to fall out, but grey/white hair doesn't fall out as easily as regular hair, so maybe that's what happened, because I could swear that the hair above my right ear was the same as the rest -- salt and pepper -- before tech week. I rather like it and have decided to stop coloring my hair for a while.
