An incredibly cliche-sounding title, I know. But that is what this post is. Exactly what this post is. I didn't really sleep last night, and I'm not worth anything when I don't sleep. I can't concentrate on anything, I'm antsy and sluggish at the same time, and I usually have a magnificent headache to go along with it. Today has been exactly like that. I didn't go and take class (my daily ballet class), because the headache was all pervading and I knew I wouldn't be able to work well. I'm feeling better now, thanks to lounging, a shower, cocoa, and lots of ibuprofen. I'm also listening to Pandora, and that always makes me happy (I ADORE Pandora. Today I've been alternating between Bing Crosby radio and Classic Christmas).
This month is going to be insanely busy. Company auditions start in January, and I have to get my resume and photos and DVDs of performance work off by the first of the year. I'm still researching companies and putting together the resume, and figuring out which pictures to include. I'm a little freaked about the getting-into-shape bit; I have been sick for the last 6 weeks and I'm going to have to really build my strength back up. I want to scream and throw up and jump up and down whenever I think of auditions.
I'm trying to make most of my Christmas gifts this year, either knitting or crocheting or jewelry or baking. I have a lot to do in only a few short weeks! I might post pictures of some of my projects, but only if I'm sure the recipients won't see them.
It's getting cold, and the flies are coming inside to escape the frost. I do not like it when there are 8 flies flying around my room. I am getting quite good at getting them with a rolled up Pointe magazine (which is an excellent fly-swatter. The Smithsonian is good too, as well as Lands End and LL Bean). I do admit to feeling slight pangs of remorse when they drop, though. I was watching one on the empty pew in front of me yesterday in church. It was rubbing it's front legs together as they all do, when suddenly it turned it's head and rubbed it like a cat does! I have to admit, it was cute. It was. It reminded me of a little old woman with big spectacles wringing her hands together. But when it started to scoot around and buzz again, I couldn't stand it, so I touched the pew with my foot. It felt the tremor and flew off to annoy someone else.
I have lots of other things I'd like to blog about, but they can wait. I'm getting stiff, and my hands are freezing. So tootle pip for now.
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That is certainly a new perspective on a fly. ;) I rather like it.
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Certainly. Ooh, that does sound formal doesn't it? You are quite welcome. I enjoy reading your blog!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks! :)