…when you can’t go back to sleep for a two-hour delay, and you don’t feel like working?

Why, PhotoFunia, of course.

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Rat Fink, Rat Fink. What a donkey.

But hey, you know what day it is. Time to relax and enjoy the weekend.

How fitting for a rambling treatise. I’ve been up since 3, and it’s Wednesday morning. I hear ya, Paul Simon. (Although I didn’t rob a liquor store last night.)

I must confess that there is much on my brain as of late. Yesterday was quite the crazy 24 hours. I had a refreshing epiphany in the morning about a personal issue, but a disappointing near-meltdown in high school choir. I met with a small group of wonderful, hard-working music parents, then spent some time in text messages with two devastated basketball players after a crushing six-point loss in an important tournament game. I learned that 350 tickets were sold in one day’s time for Dinner Theatre, then came home to find that the VA is screwing around with the Thriller’s tuition reimbursements. (I hate money, truly.) The highs and lows — I experienced all and sundry yesterday.

Ya know…life has a funny way of sneakin’ up on you when you think everything’s OK.

*sigh*

It’s a melancholy morning. My brain is full of unfinished business; kind of like my rehearsal schedule. This will be a day of getting things done. Cleaning out cobwebs, both personally and professionally. Do you ever have days when you think it’s probably all you’re going to be able to do to put one foot in front of the other? What do we say on days like this? Mama said there’d be some, fo sho. But it doesn’t make them any easier to slog through. Yes, I ended a sentence in a preposition, and you know what? I care not. There is chocolate in my school bag. (Thanks Meg!)

Maybe I’ll have some coffee. You know, I’ve had probably ten cups of coffee since New Years Day. Pretty awesome, eh? Now if I could just do that with the chocolate…

I know what I really need, and that’s a good dose of the Js. Seeing them for an hour on Sunday was not enough. Dinner Theatre, Dinner Theatre: you steal my grandchildren from me.

Eleven more rehearsal days, and I’m still waiting to stage one of the numbers. Innat fantastic? Because of the tournament game last night, I had to cancel rehearsal. When I made the announcement, one of the cast members said, “Yay.” I’ll leave my subsequent reaction to your imagination.

But hey, the week’s half over and we’re on the way to Finkday. A good sign indeed. I hope you’re well, my fiends.

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As Dinner Theatre approaches, I will be less and less lucid in the mornings. It’s especially true this week, since this cold will not go away. Great weekend, though. Had some good times with friends and students, and I spoke a ton with our newly found sister, Vicki. She is amazing.

So while I will likely miss a couple of days here and there, you are never far from my mind. Or who knows…I may post every day because I can’t sleep.

Eighteen days and counting.

Random Neuron Firings

Hey, remember when I posted that list of  Things You’d Never Know Without the Movie Industry? Yeah, me neither. So I looked it up. Then I found a few more that bear mentioning. Behold:

1. All beds have special L-shaped top sheets that reach up to armpit level on a woman, but only waist level on the man lying beside her.
2. A single match will be sufficient to light up a room the size of a football stadium.
3. It is always possible to park directly outside the building you are visiting.
4. If you decide to hack into the CIA database, all you need is a laptop and an internet connection. It will usually take about 10 seconds to get into the system undetected.
5. Mothers routinely cook eggs, bacon and waffles for their family every morning, even though the husband and children never have time to eat them.
6. All single women have a cat.
7. If being chased through town, you can usually take cover in a passing St Patrick’s Day parade – at any time of the year.
8. Creepy sounds coming from a graveyard should always be closely investigated.
9. Dogs always know who’s bad and will naturally bark at them.
10. Never be afraid to jump off of a building into an open dumpster, as the contents will most likely always be clean, fluffy garbage bags.

And here’s one of my own:

Females never have to go to the loo. You always see men standing at those nasty wall things, but, you know. OK, moving on.

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Here’s a graphic artist’s rendering of what Michael Jackson might have looked like at 50 years old had he not had all the surgery. Very nice; respectable.

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Verbal irony:

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So do I have rehearsal today? Why yes, I do. But first, food.