State of the obsession:
Spring Awakening is just as good the sixth time as the first five. This time I was on the third row, so I got that whole "so close to the actors OMG" feeling that I love, even as I lost my view of some of the great lighting and choreography you can see much better from further back.

State of the career:
I got a LOT of work done this weekend, but I fear it STILL wasn't enough. Oh well. I'll get up in 5.5 hours and be at school by 7:00 (two hours before classes start) and hopefully I'll get most everything ready to go.

I'm wrapping up my weekend, good and bad.

Good:

• finished writing something, and the very act of navel-gazing about the thing has inspired potential meta about finding footings in fandoms and ways of getting to a point where longer, plottier stuff is possible. (Though, clearly, YMMV with that one.)
• searching through the fridge for banana YoBaby (there wasn't any) led to the discovery of one last little can of Sofia, currently open, enstrawed, and dashed with bitters, in true Juice Box for Mommy fashion.
• accidental nappage means the fog of The Night Shift with Molar and the Gang is less foggy.
• discovered caramel is now too sweet, and french toast no longer appeals.

Bad:

• mood swings, thy name is teething toddler.
• my hamstrings hurt like hell, no doubt due to wearing heels to the team party last night.
• had to pumpkinize really early, and missed out on hours of hanging with my peeps.
• only one can of Sofia left, and it is half consumed.
• still have to deal with passport crap in preparation for the Great Die Off of the previous generation.
• well drinks, or, rather, well drink (just the one) left me aching this morning.
• discovered caramel is now too sweet, and french toast no longer appeals after ordering my breakfast, which was french toast with marscapone, figs, and whiskey caramel sauce.
• failed to go to the gym.

Gronk.

Why can't the weekend be longer?

Why can't the weekend be longer?

That really is one of the great mysteries, isn't it?

Of course, I did sleep until almost noon both days, thus shortening it considerably.

I want fizzy wine. Of course, I also want to go to sleep already. Maybe I can have fizzy dreams instead.

I can't get to sleep. I need to be up early tomorrow to finish grading and review some stuff before class.

Instead of sleeping, I'm watching the Puppy Bowl. Very cute.

{{{Cass}}} What a shit way to find out a shit thing. I am so sorry, love.

{{{P-C}}} Your mom sucks with n extra helping of suck. Stick with your biodata that you did. I have to go back and reread and see if there was any update after the point I stopped reading for reals.

In My Kid Is Smarter Than Cindy's Kid news: smooch to Cindy

We went to a SuperBowl Party tonight at our friend Jay's house. Jay smashed his C-7 rock climbing just over a year ago and is an interrupted quadrapalegic. He's great guy, great spirit, great everything. He's from Chicago so yeah - the party was on.

His brother lives with him to help with care and what not. One of Brother's friends brought her 7 year old. Her and Em tore the place having fun. Wasn't pleased the 7 year old gave Em like, 4 brownies. With frosting. But, WTF, right? Special day.

I'm sitting next to Jay, across the room from where they are playing. Em goes to a small bowl with snacks in it. She takes a piece of popcorn and hands it to S (the 6 year old). S looks at it and hands it back to Em, Em walks over to me, says, "Here, Momma!" and hands me the piece of popcorn and goes back to playing. I look down.

Not popcorn.

Some unidentifiable pill.

WTF?

Jay looks at me, looks in my hand. "Where'd ya get that?"

"Em just brought it to me."
"Well. That would have calmed her down."
"What is it?"
"It's one my tranquilizers. For my muscle spasms."
cricket cricket
"Yeah. Well. Fuck. Sorry about that. I didn't even think about it."
"No big. At least she didn't eat it. Lemme tell you this story about my friend's kid...."

big smooch to Cindy

It looked like popcorn, not a tooth.

skipskipskippityskip

It looked like popcorn, not a tooth.

Thus she did not eat it.

Well, the guy was a schmuck, and she was cool and had a nice singing voice.

And she was Beau.Ti.Ful. Like woah!

Bride & Prejudice is quite good, although not as good as I'd hoped. The writers? Really not Jane Austen. And the parallels they draw don't hold very well, in some cases, imho - I mean, the Miss Bingley character was quite nice, I thought, and Lizzy was a bit of a stroppy cow. But she was v. pretty. And there were some v. funny bits.

Meanwhile, in mememe news - isn't Last dot fm a splendid thing? I'm most impressed. Go Team Interpipe! I tell it my favourite artist is Eddi Reader and it armed with this information it provides me with a lplaylist of a load of people I haven't heard of whom it thinks I may enjoy! My own personal radio station! Good Job, Computery Thing!

I tell it my favourite artist is Eddi Reader and it armed with this information it provides me with a lplaylist of a load of people I haven't heard of whom it thinks I may enjoy! My own personal radio station! Good Job, Computery Thing!

That sounds very cool.

(I'm still awake. It's 3:16. I teach at 9:35, but I've really got to be at my office by 8:30 to get some work done before teaching. I am so totally not falling asleep at all.)

Meep! Go sleep! Choose sleep! Perhaps a warm milky beverage might help?

(And, yes, last.fm is a Jolly Good Thing, it turns out. Props to my colleague who told me about it the other day because he'd noticed how I'm constantly hooked up to my iPod.)