I've been singing that song ever since Kelsie saved my sanity. Beautiful.
Yesterday wiped me out so badly that I actually slept until my alarm went off this morning--at ten a.m. And I still didn't want to get up.
My plans for the rest of the day: go to WalMart. That one is a major must. I'm running out of food. Secondly, finally put away all my clean laundry. I've been back since Saturday night, and my bag is still staring at me from the middle of the living room floor. Thirdly, clean house! I haven't had much time on my hands lately, and it's really starting to look like it. Hey, what am I saying? Starting?! I can only see the floor in sections. Next, I've got two more papers to read over and give commentary. Finally, I want to find out whose day it is on TCM. I've been trying to remember which day is scheduled to be devoted to Buster Keaton.
Have you ever shared an office the size of a classroom with 32 other people? I am again reminded of why I live alone. Don't mistake me--no one's annoying me or hogging desk space. I just feel like I'm putting make-up on while onstage in front of an audience. It just feels so open.