One of those good days that makes you want to go to bed and binge-watch "Parks and Rec."
We started crew for the spring play last night, which was basically the highlight of my day. Except for the box of tea and a tea strainer from a dear friend after I told him I wasn't drinking coffee until Easter. (PS that noble venture lasted exactly FOUR DAYS.) Now my whole room smells like cinnamon spice gloriousness.
And the contraband vanilla lime candle I stuck on my coffee warmer. Because it's not actually "lighting it." And because a candle warmer is a fire hazard but a coffee warmer isn't.
It damn near smelled like arson yesterday - Sunday night I left my Christmas lights plugged in when I spent the night at my friend's house. Came back yesterday morning to find half the bulbs burnt out and BLACK on the tips.
Good life choice.
Actually, it was the SECOND potentially-disastrous event of the day. It's actually dangerous to shove a whole peanut butter-covered Saltine in your mouth with a drink - you could suffocate. Oh, and I almost got in a fight when the girl behind me on the way to the BTS was HUMMING and I damn near punched her in the face.
A red letter Monday if ever I saw one. I live on the edge.
This post, dear friends, has been nothing of consequence. AT ALL. But I needed a break from writing an essay about the almost-feminism in Katherine Mansfield's Daughters of the Late Colonel, four pages of which I cranked out in the wee hours of this fair Tuesday morning. The game plan (my ma asked me what my game plan was for getting all of my projects/papers/essays/meetings done between now and graduation....this makes it sound as though I have a game plan) is to finish the rough draft tonight between rehearsals for the play and two different directing scenes, then start working on the annotated bibliography/presentation due next week in preparation for another paper due at the end of April.
Oh, all in the same class.
Heavenly days.
38 days, friends. We got this.
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