Yes dear now sort-of existent readers, I have another midnight to 4 shift working the front desk at one of the Sophomore residence halls. And this one is unfortunately much more lonely than the last one - ie no one wants to visit me. Although it could be worse - I could not have this computer and thus no chance to talk to you lovely people which we all know is a delightful creative experience. And I could be lacking in the first two season of Scrubs which RD turned me onto and to which I am not COMPLETELY addicted. And if I get tired of that I even have the latest Jim Butcher paperback. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
I apologize for my lack of presence the past week - the first week back from a really relaxing Spring Break is of course a difficult one. I have a paper due Monday that's only partially done, a showcase for 2 of my new plays tomorrow (and I have to be up at 9 after working till 4... ugh...), and will probably have to do ALL my homework on Sunday which will make me very sad.
Let's see.... what else can I tell you about? Honestly this week has not been all that interesting (unfortunately?) to the outside observer. For me it hasn't been all that bad - not the best week I've ever had by any means, but not necessarily bad. Well tonight before my shift I went to a "Broadway on the Rocks" party at my friend EA's apartment which was a delight. I only rue that I could not stay longer.
But other than that... there's not much to say. I feel like lately I have been fairly good at providing some sort of themed blog; something that may be all over as is my style, but with some kind of focus. But not today. I'm just trying to stick to that once-a-week writing thing. And theres nothing that's really been haunting me or in need of expression lately. Sooo... I leave you now with the random assortment of thoughts that is listed above.
Cheers.
PS I still think this four foot stuffed penguin back here is alive. And for those of you who don't read this regularly as you should, I named him Rufus.
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