Over and Under
Hallelujah! Class is over!
All I have to do is grade their bullshit, and my year is done! My boss comes home on Saturday, and the running of the theater no longer sits on my shoulders. Huzzah!
Now we'll see if my passion to write actually survives being given an outlet. Sadly, I predict that once I get time this summer my resolve to write will fade into a haze of sitting-on-my-ass, hermitic, depressoid, navel gazing slackertude.
All right. I gotta get on the road. Someone's coming to the theater to drop off costumes between 9 and 10 and I have to make a trip to Lowe's first to get some paint and wax stripper for the theater floor.
All I have to do is grade their bullshit, and my year is done! My boss comes home on Saturday, and the running of the theater no longer sits on my shoulders. Huzzah!
Now we'll see if my passion to write actually survives being given an outlet. Sadly, I predict that once I get time this summer my resolve to write will fade into a haze of sitting-on-my-ass, hermitic, depressoid, navel gazing slackertude.
All right. I gotta get on the road. Someone's coming to the theater to drop off costumes between 9 and 10 and I have to make a trip to Lowe's first to get some paint and wax stripper for the theater floor.
posted by - caj at 7:46 AM
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