The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
so, I'm sitting here this morning, doing my thing (you know, processing titles and what-not). I come across an address that seems familiar, but I am unable to place it. Then, as I start to enter the order, I see the seller's names. It is a familiar address because it is the parents of Ed. You may remember Ed from some March postings of last year. I haven't talked to Ed in a year. I just thought it was a neat coincidence.
I am hungry. I have been eating breakfast, lunch and occasionally dinner. I am going to be all fat again. Not really, but I just feel squishy. I have been practing yog in my living room. Like, on a mat, with candles lit and the Soundscapes channel playing. I still feel like I would be getting a better workout in a formal class. But, with working two jobs and preparing for the play, I am exhausted. I don't have any spare time to sit on the couch in my underoos, watching Tivoed eps of 90210, let alone to get into yoga clothes and go to a class. And poor Lucy Fur....she's been fed by Smang two days this week, because I go straight from one job to the other.
I got a text from Jeremiah. He's home safe from cruising the world. I am sure he'll give us a full run-down of his adventures as soon as he unpacks and updates :)
I am going to read over my lines again. At least, until another contract comes across my desk.
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