Saturday, February 18, 2006
Not Dead
The past week, during which I have been blog-silent, has been about these things:
1) picking up a scooter from a weird warehouse in a strange part of town
2) putting said scooter together (not complicated, but do I look like the kind of person who knows what spark plugs look like? No, I don't. I had to get a seventeen-year-old boy to do it for me.)
3) getting the wrong end of the stick. I showed up for a rehearsal four days early.
4) cursing. My bike chain is loose and keeps falling off at inopportune moments. And the seat is loose and somehow squashy, making for an uncomfortable riding experience.
5) wondering what that smell is (pork and veg dinner made by Clurg, left lying around by me)
6) trying to get out of work (it worked!)
7) teaching adults about the circulatory system. Badly. Really hoping I do better next time.
8) having strange dreams, including one about getting a boob job, one about my nephew wearing a cape and singing 'Bohemian Rhapsody', and one about my mother.
9) trying to get my shit into one sock. Failing.
10) general confusion of the senses.
Oh, and I watched a video of the 'Anatomy' performance. I'm hoping that my appearance was due to camera angles and poor lighting.
