exhausted. sick. bloated. emotionally drained. fuzzy from the dayquill.
finished my grading. wishing i could call in sick tomorrow. nose running. throat scratchy.
mason community band blowing in the background. ryan adams in my ears.
nine teaching days remain. ten total.
feeling numb about the end of beauty. will probably hit tomorrow.
seeing tom in june. with brian. floor seats, row r. cannot waits. err..wait.
great story to share. not now. notebook in my strike bag. grrr.
worried about summer. no plans. no ideas. what to do...
missing friends. disconnected. isolated. own fault.
reread microserfs. still great. i miss the old doug. sometimes.
lungs burning. hurts to stand and walk. usual post-show cold.
winebag = greatest party game ever.
intermission. need to be ready for lights. more this week.
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tunes: the dirtbombs - your love belongs under a rock
WARNING!
Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.