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January 16, 2006
3-Day Weekend
So here I sit, still in my pajamas. I didn't get up until a little more than an hour ago. I had three cats snuggling with me, which was lovely, and to be honest, I'm not sure when I'll get this chance again--to sleep as much as I can--so I decided to sleep myself out.
Wonderfulness, except for one bad dream which I'm trying very hard to let go of, as the images were so disturbing that I can't imagine where they came from. I think the sound that was sort of the overriding distressing thing is the worst part of all. It also happens to be the bit that's sticking with me. It and the bloodstains. Right. Maybe it's a hint to go back to my novel and write about some more exploding eyeballs and fire-breathing slimy worms cut in half by satellite dishes.
But no. I need to work on lines. Today's not really a full day off. I've five hours of rehearsal this afternoon/evening, followed by a visit to the gym. I wish we could have rehearsals at a normal time instead of 3:30-8:30. There's not really time for a dinner break in there, and though I can go to the gym after, I don't have much opportunity for eating enough to help me get through a workout without bonking.
I want my life back. A part-time job with time for gym visits in the afternoon, followed by evening rehearsals. With my free time on weekends available for gardening, rather than being required to catch up on the sleep I'm not getting the rest of the time.
Okay. Big sigh. Rolling of shoulders, stretching of neck, wriggling of spine.
I think I'm through bitching now. I think. I just want time to get back to my novel and my photography and the other art I've been doing and a job I can leave when I leave it, if you know what I mean, rather than having it follow me around in my head when I'm supposed to be not working. Well. At this point, I'm living for February 27. And then, maybe, a nice big Spring Break vacation. (Going to Shoshone, perhaps, to visit my friend Karma and work on a one-woman play with her. Or to the beach...)
Posted by sally at January 16, 2006 11:06 AM
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