In case you were wondering how many months I can absorb bad language regularly before it starts to leak out again, the answer is, let's see, September, October, November... six months. Gaah! I don't want to be a potty mouth! I'm sad. Look at me, setting myself up to be the worldly glamorous one back from furlough, being a subtle but poisonous influence on my students. Sad, sad, sad.
In case you were wondering how many times I've almost died riding a bicycle six miles a day three or four times a week, the answer is only three, but all in a row. Thanks, whomever is praying for me!
In case you wonder what happens to my creative energy to bead, sew, cook, dance, write, sing, meander, plan, draw, think, and blog in a term in which I'm taking three classes, working, and acting in a play, the answer is: it all, and I mean all, goes into classes, work and the play. I have just enough left over to dress myself, comb my hair, and eat food that is recognizable as food. But the play is f--oops--nevermind awesome.
In case you don't know who the best people are to go out dancing with, the answer is: actors you're in a play with.
In case you wonder how many pounds I loose a week if I eat around 1600 calories a day, the answer is: one. How about that! I'll end on that encouraging and sorta funny news.
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