Friday, February 5, 2010

Seriously, Thank GOD It's Friday

Because I don't think that my brain could take any more input. I clocked 39.29 hours at my part-time job this week. Not that I mind -- I could use the money. It's just everything else at the same time -- the rehearsals, the housework, the laundry, the dogs, the utter lack of sleep, the attempt at weight-loss. My body is rebelling. I woke with a massive headache and it didn't go away until I got home and had some hot tea and three ibuprofen. And whatever Steve's getting rid of right now, I'm coming down with it. Blahhhhh.

Tomorrow is set construction at the Bristol Opera House, and then our boys have Solo and Ensemble. I think that if I'm nice and quiet, I can sneak up on a nap around 4:00 tomorrow!

My niece and nephew are over right now. Aria and Christi are playing the Wii, Zachary's watching WWE on the computer, Michael's playing his guitar, and Julian's about to join him. Doobie is on my lap, watching nothing happen out the window, but being very excited about it. Nikita is licking the floor and waiting for someone to tell her to stop licking the floor because it's annoying.

I'm pretty sure that after I dry and fold this load of laundry I might actually get a chance to read for awhile. Won't THAT be nice?

I have been reading, incidentally. Just not books. I'm on the production committee for Elkhart Civic Theatre, so I've been reading plays. But I'm not counting those towards my 100 books, because they're not books. They're plays. I really wish that dog would stop licking the floor.

Sadly, I'm having another massive craving for Girl Scout Cookies. I have three boxes of Thin Mints and two boxes of Tagalongs in the house. I'm uncertain as to whether or not I could hide the fact that I'm eating an entire box of Girl Scout Cookies from five kids and two dogs, however. The little dog is codependent, so hiding anything from him is pretty difficult. For instance, right now as I'm typing, he's draped over my lap with his head over my right arm, pressing down while I continue to make words with my fingers. And he's snoring.

I shall now grab this opportunity to finish the laundry and attempt the reading. I'll let you know how it goes.


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