Hot Chocolate, a Blanket, and Sleep (apparently)

Dr. Bateyko has prescribed as thus.  No idea if that is the right grammar but whatever.  The past few days have been sort of crazy.  This whole transition state is still getting to me.  I hate not being in one place or the other.  I mean, I am in one place, but it's like, I don't really feel a connection anymore since I know I'm leaving.

I'm totally psyched about my acting showcase, though.  It's in two weeks.  I'm doing two monologues, one from Antigone, and one from The Fantasticks.  I finally made a break through about some timing in the Fantasticks.   It's funny about Acting Class: I went in having had a miserable day, with a headache, kind of angry at the world in general, and after I figured things out and got up and loosened up and spoke a bit (well, after I shook off the stiffness of the day), I felt fine.  I mean, there was a lingering of dissatisfaction, but other than that, it was great.  I had a wonderful time doing improv and then I had an OK evening which was only made better by terriyaki sate chicken stuff from Morton's.

So, looking forward to chocolate, blankets, and movies at Dan's this weekend.  Oh, and Jen coming over Friday night.  Should be an exciting weekend.
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"It's when you snag your hand on a rusty nail when you realize life sucks, but reguardless of the pain, you won't bleed forever."
                                 Anonymous
“Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then -- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe.”
                                  Denis Leary
And one I just really liked:
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and out little life,
Is rounded with a sleep."
                                From Tempest by William Shakespeare