Having one of those periods where I'm not sure what I'm doing with my life. Not much, is the answer. Although I am completely aware that this happens every August, when more than half of my schedule cancels due to vacations and camps. I have 35 students and only 15 are going to have their lessons this week. All the free time makes me freak out because I feel so unproductive. Then, like a stoopid hooman, I get LESS productive. Ask me how much I've written this week? No, don't ask. I was being ironical.
Plus, I have a miserable cold, which isn't subsiding much despite the Z-pack Julie gave me (thanks Julie!). I think I have watched more TV this weekend than I have in the last year - the entirety of Season 4 of House (all 14 episodes), Benjamin Button, Drain the Ocean on NatGeo, a couple of older movies (Man in the Iron Mask - Leo sucks in this - ok, Leo sucks in everything but Gilbert Grape), and plan to watch the Joan Rivers Roast tonight. She is the most worthy person on the planet of being roasted, isn't she? I mean, one look at her inspires a landslide of great material!
And this whole weekend of being a couch potato, I have not watched 1 thing with Matthew Macfadyen in it. What the hell is wrong with me?
OK, I really am going to write now.
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Hey Liz - I am really looking forward to seeing you at the 20 year (gasp)! Save some chat time for me.
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