I woke up this morning and when I looked in the mirror I remembered my dream. Then I remembered how I thought it was real and became sad.
Since then I've checked some emails and sent many out. I don't know what I was thinking, though, because a "series of events" has caused me to take on another long session of babysitting in addition to the babysitting I'm already doing (I'm poor and I feel guilty when I say no to mothers that aren't mine). This means that I am now working Thursday (today, ugh), Friday, Saturday and Sunday right up until I have to meet with the jurors for the art show.
What's worse is that the same "series of events" has disrupted my attendance to the matinee showing of Kiss Me, Kate on Sunday. I basically live my life here at Elon from one musical to the next and have not missed one (NOT ONE!) since I was a freshman. I also hate missing any musical or play that my dear friend, Topher, is in. There is nothing more enjoyable or relaxing to me than meshing myself into an audience to watch a bunch of beautiful people sing in beautiful costumes on a stage. Maybe I can get someone to video tape it with their cell phone.
Anyway, enough complaining inter-web-style. I'm going to think about taking a shower.
Love,
Moncia (the most frequent typo I experience)
P.S. This is what I watch when I'm feeling down:
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