Reasons why I haven't posted for eight days.
- If I can't find the time to exercise, how can I justify writing a blog post?
- My busy social calendar. First the Wilde Awards on Wednesday, then a birthday party on Friday. Where does the time go?
- $30 at the farmers market goes a long way. Saturday turned into a festival of prepping and cooking, and I still have pounds and pounds of vegetables to eat before the week is out. I think I used and washed the same pot and mixing bowl 4 times in 12 hours.
- Today is the deadline for being off book in Hamlet. I'll have to prove myself at rehearsal tonight. Between keeping all the "my good lord"s and "good my lord"s straight — and knocking the incorrect memorization out of my head; it's "if again this apparition comes"! — I've been studying harder than I usually have to. (I figure that if I lose my line, I may just start reciting "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." It's like doing extra credit because you haven't actually completed the assignment.)
- Finding an attractive, inexpensive, and opaque plain black turtleneck in August.
- "I'm Peggy Olson, and I want to smoke some marijuana." I learned that I sometimes guffaw.