So I was sitting on the couch reading...things. This one blog. This one book. In my self-mandated downtime (it's a thing) when I remembered I could be blogging. So I am! Hello.
Thus far January has not been my amigo, buddy, compatriot or friend-with-potential. No, no. January has been kind of a sly needling bint at a party who insists on using her passive aggressiveness to reduce me to a crumple ball of wallfloweriness.
Maybe that can become a series of some sort. January: A Bint Who. Like a cross between Doctor Who, The Cat Who and Downton Abbey. Or (better!) Upstairs, Downstairs. Truck things keep happening. Gypsy is having a bad time of it. Things keep coming up. Which is understandable, given that it's original everything-but-the-clutch since 1992. Need to do some maths. Car payment or money into this one? ...probably the latter plus a bike for the summer months. All three of them. Assuming I have the same job by summer. Which I hope to.
Have I ever told you how much I love my job? Someday.
Things have been generally otherwise slidey and stressful. Warm weather in Anchorage in mid-winter is no bueno. I know, I know. One would think it would be bueno, but no. Not much of anybody gustar that sh*t.
Deep in rehearsals for the January show. This genuinely is like having a second job. Plus sometimes I still model and study and whatnot.
It's nice to be working towards something that I know will ultimately be very rewarding and badass with people I enjoy and respect...but I will so love having a consistent sleep pattern again someday, too!
...also, needing to plan for things months away when I can barely think beyond the end of this month is a bit grownuppy and makes me feel like flipping my hair all emo-like, rolling my eyes, slamming the door and listening to Amanda Palmer really loud. Maybe while sleeping in past the start of class. After staying up until 4 AM.
Overreaction is key!
'til next time.
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