dukka and more

Friday a.m.
Cooler temps have moved into Indiana and sleeping is (finally) better.
I am excited--
I have had the itch to get back into the world of performing for some time now, but I know that time is precious these days and a show takes enormous amounts of it. To compromise, I have decided to try my hand at d-jing at the local station, WFHB, 91.3
When I listen to radio, which is seldom, that is the station where the dial is set.
So, after a few weeks/months of volunteer work, I hope to be joining the airwaves.

Also excited about an exhibit at Mather's Museum tonight called "The Allure of Clothing". I haven't been feeding the mind as much as I would like, and this will be a nice change of pace. Also reading a book about the atomic bomb and the survivors. I am hoping to work the stories into some monologues for my advanced theatre class.
Creativity abounds...But the inevitable fall and the bitter taste of lost love that accompanies this time is just days or weeks away...
Wednesday Night:
Parent-teacher night tonight-- yah!
after the last few sleepless nights of teething I am flipping spent.
she is so clingy right now and I am feeling a bit like the third man in the three-legged race. With twine. Or fine wire.

funny how one can feel so free and so tied down at the same time.
and so my patience is worn thin and I take it out on idiotic adolescent nimrods who don't know any better.
sigh.
and my punishment? Exhausting after school meetings with 75 hormone-laden firecrackers waiting to catch fire and blow the whole place to hell. Also a 6:45a.m. call for the same, presenting not-so-creative mimes to the morning crowd.
we need the money. I'll do anything...
well, except for the all-American car wash. I cannot stand the hecklers on the street wearing practically nothing and the perverts who take them up on it. The car usually comes out with streaks, but it's for a good cause, right?
The boys (and I repeat, boys) of the group suggested a wet t-shirt contest. Right, and the VP of the school could sit on the panel of judges.

Been feeling like a an old, fat spinster these days. I call the local radio station and request songs just to hear someone talk nice to me. Who cares if he's 65? I have a keen ability to block out the present and create my own reality.
I suppose I should hoist my cellulite ass out into the hall and guide the masses to their perspective classes.