bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- when's my time? sometimes, all i really want is an evening of puttering around my apartment in pajamas. reading. falling asleep with the tv on, what have you. this weekend, my life was planned out to basically the minute. jeez louise peoples.....i am absorbing some slack for a friend's theatre group- they're doing UBU ROI and for a variety of reasons, their set designer walked a week ago, and they open this saturday the 12th, so it's been kinda design by committee, and there have been a few choices i don't like and the execution of some stuff that i think looks like poo, but i'm trying to make this nice for them, but you know what? when my sunday looks like this: 11-12:30 meeting for nitrate hymnal 1:00-3 pm registration/orientation for art o matic 3-4 i gave myself a lunch break 4-7 i'm making stuff for your play and then i need to pop out to the craft store to get some paint for a portrait i'm doing for your show, and then i have a dentist's appointment at 8 am the next day so i'm going to go home and sew and finish the portrait, please don't be angry. christ. i am about to fall over here at work... on the plus (and extremely scary) side. i am fully registered for art o matic...so now i need to find time for my own art... also- is it really horrible to wonder why is it that some people get all the happiness in this world? and i guess by happiness, i mean cute boys? i mean really, would it be *such* a difficult thing to throw one my way universe? huh? just one? a nice tall funny one? is that ok? i can give you a list of names if you need it..... 4:43 p.m. - 2002-10-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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