itemized lists are the best

retronaut
weird dreams about baths and horses death and sandwiches (yay...?)
interviews
Alice In Wonderland
1890s coppers
good(ish) English accent
"I love a woman who was never born"
way-out doctors (I call David Tennant)
do I dare to go paleo?
does it fu__i__ matter?
why do I care so little about (x)?
is mystery really that important?
how terrible.
have I really got to keep that ocean of distance or despise?
how terrible.
how unbearably light.
war and peace (again).
words of only three years ago - so foreign.
I feel so sad; I feel like goodbye.
there is desire.
there is resignation too.
spring is coming on like an orgasm.
that most impersonal of ecstasies.

Some Unsolicited Tips On Working On Projects Gleaned From MANY Years of Involvement With Various Organizations

• Sit down with yourself, pour a drink and contemplate whether Project X is something you really, really have time for.  Bust out your schedule.  If you have a tendency to be one of those people who love obsessively planning their time: bonus.  You probably have a pretty good idea of what you can and cannot support.
• Like the people you're working with or cultivate a very intentional zen attitude toward them if liking is not possible.  You're going to be in close quarters with them; patience will wear thin; tempers will explode.  If you think you'd still like to to see them the next night right after work and right before that assignment is due, by all means.  Dive in.
• Do something meaningful to you.  If it don't mean shit to you, then you're going to half-ass it.  And that's not how you roll, amigo.
• If you realize that "It's Not Going To Work Out" be honest.  Be honest with yourself and your people.  It happens sometimes.  As soon as you realize it, cut losses openly and graciously.  This may leave the door open for future projects down the line.  If that kind of thing interests you.
• Structure your time well, set boundaries and be firm with yourself and your people.  This is akin to the idea that if you are too accommodating, it's just going to start, proceed and end up biting you in the butt.  If you set a time and date for a rehearsal, class, event or meeting -- stick to it.  No matter how much people whine about really wanting to attend if it were, gosh, at time x, y, or z on day x, y, or z.  The people who want to be there will make room in their lives to be there.  This doesn't mean ignore valid scheduling concerns of people who you know want to be there (say, work), but it does mean don't use the insincerity of others as your foundation.  No good can come thereof.
• When in the midst of the process, compromise, compromise, compromise  The shit that bitch said behind your back about that one unimportant thing?  Ain't nobody got time for that.  Be the bigger person.  Focus on the endgame, find a workable compromise and trust the process.
• Do what you say you're going to do.  The end.  And if you find you've bitten off more than you can chew, communicate it and restructure your plan.
• DON'T expect anyone else to do what they say they're going to do.  They're just not.  It's not their fault, it's just the way the delicious cookie crumbles.  Take a deep breath and accept it.
• Be flexible.  Change is the one constant.  Fall into it.  

pistol-whipped

A comparatively lazy three days commencing.  Just work, working out, rehearsal and nesting in progress.

Applying for a job at work that's a lateral move, but could answer some questions I have about my ability to work and stay in a single classroom all of the time.

Holy cow my body hurts.  Hasn't hurt so badly since I had the flu.  Holy frijoles.  Holy guacamole.  All these things.  It's good to know I have deep-down abs deep down.

Naps!  I love them.  I just woke up from one.  I was dreaming about a taqueria pub crawl.  I sucked at it, because I refused to pace myself and just drank aaaaaaaall the tequila and negra modelo.

I refuse to start dieting/weighing myself again until May.  I'm sick of it.  I'm still trying to eat healthy, but if I want to slip up sometimes I do it and don't worry.  I'm up to ten times more likely to just listen to my body's cry for water and veggies and rest at this point than stuff it full of chocolate and champagne.  (I'm saving that for my birthday!)

One week of shows down.  Three to go.  I feel semi-professional.

It's tax day.  So, of course, I lost my debit card.  I'll bet it's somewhere in the apartment or on the floor at work or swimming outside in the middle of breakup.  But I spent half the day looking for it.  No dice.  No unauthorized charges on it, but just to be safe.

kthnxbye