Yay, bag mystery solved. DH took it with him to Gainesville where he has bball tournament. AT least I know where it went. I have other bags, I just couldn't figure out where this one went.

Really ready to roll now. Just waiting for my cousin to arrive. More coffee needed too.

I know for certain I've worked at least 90 days in a row, but I'm pretty certain if I did some checking I'd find that is a very conservative number.

I had one year when I was going to Marquette and working two jobs when the only day I had completely off was Christmas. I'm glad I didn't know that going into the year or I'd have shot myself. By the end of it, I was less discerning about who I wanted to shoot.

Oh yeah. Grad school I'm pretty sure I worked most of a year straight. When school was in session I averaged 100 hour weeks.

But when you're doing what you love you only want to shoot to maim.

Happy Birthday, Plei!!!

you may love what you are doing, but there are plenty of times there are assholes who make it not fun. And in theater world, the 'hurry up and wait' can get old real quick. So, shoot to kill does come to mind at times.

I wish I could say that.

In my defence, there's a good reason I can't usually work more than a few days in a row. (When I was healthier I regularly did eighty hour weeks. It's almost like there's a connection...!)

(When I was healthier I regularly did eighty hour weeks. It's almost like there's a connection...!)

My hillbilly kinfolk all just screamed in terror, though they don't know why: I am eating gluten-free biscuits and vegetarian "sausage" gravy.

Verdict: pretty damn good. (Well, I've been making the veg. gravy for years now, thanks to living with a vegetarian. The GF biscuits are a new attempt, and turned out pretty well. Kinda dry, but when you drown them in faux-sage gravy, that doesn't matter so much.)