This weekend I will be seeing people I haven't seen recently, and possibly also training with the Japanese kravvers...but probably not, now that I think about it--they're doing green belt stuff. I missed my window on the blue. On the other hand (literally), I do need to relearn everything as a leftie, and as attacked by a leftie.
I feel I live such an enviable life.
Boss² seemed
very
much less anxious about the plan. So I took a walk and a nap, but it still smells to high perfume in here.
I'm getting my haircut, finally. Laundry to be done and maybe a nature center to find.
I work at Blanca tonight. I'm debating whether or not to go drool over my current (ongoing, not!going!away!) crush afterward. Oh, and I'm sure I'll get a drink in.
Tomorrow, first day of auditions for Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, then dinner with cool peeps. Hopefully I'll fit a run in. I'll definitely go down & flirt with Crush!Guy tomorrow night.
Sunday, more auditions, and then probably hanging out at Pier 23. Maybe the sun will make an appearance & make sitting on the pier most pleasant. It would be nice if I fit a run in there too.
Today is not over yet. grr.
I inflated the cat without a) spraying fluid all over the apartment and b) without him leaking like you wouldn't believe! Yay!
The Kinetic Sculpture race is tomorrow. Maybe I'll go goggle at that before I get my hair cut.
Her poor waterlogged and bedraggled self is on the front page of the race's site: [link]
Man, that was sucky weather.
For no reason, two recent examples of corporations blatantly trying to kill us:
- 7-Eleven now has a line of sandwiches made between two slices of pizza. For those of you who really really hate your heart, arteries and digestive system.
- And now there's a super-strength antacid commercial, featuring the theme song to Welcome Back, Kotter, whose main thrust is "don't stop eating the foods that are rushing you headlong into a massive heart attack, use a stronger antacid instead."
My weekend plan for tomorrow is just hanging around and resting my wrist. possibly watchig deadwwod dvds or something. sunday, wool festival.
Yay for sucessful cat inflation, Sarameg!