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
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