Okay. Just .... AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

Ahem. I am in a controlled state of frenzy, moving backwards at warp speed.

I shall explain.

In two and a half hours, give or take, the world stage debut of R's play will begin. I am so excited, I could just plotz. The frenzy is all play-related happy frenzy, and although part of me really really really really wants a Parliament menthol light, purely for deep breathing purposes, I'm not going there. Emergency smoking is for bad times like when the basement is flooded. No need for smokes now.

But the deep breathing would probably be a good idea.

Okay, here's the recap.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON I talked to in school today asked me "So, are you excited?"

Why, yes. Yes, I am. Thank you for asking.

K subbed today, and looked, let me say, about a million times more professional than her denim covered mother, and joined me and my lunch crew for a while, and that was fun. But work felt, on the one hand, like so much time-killing until tonight's main event, although I was actually fairly busy, and did a lot of walking around the building for one reason or another. There was another small clusterfuck over a few drama queens getting it into their heads that someone was changing the words to the Alma Mater (i.e., the school song, established in 1943), but that passed over and was just a blip in the day.

Oh, here's a good one. A science teacher comes in to book library research time, it seemed, but to be sure, I asked her if she was just using our computer lab for some kind of web-based project or if it was actual research. Research. So I suggested a library lesson, showing them sources and research method, and she said, Oh, they're in tenth grade; don't they know that by now? And I did not rise up and smite her, but I did say, Oh, don't they know all the science they need to know by now? Point taken; she made a joke about kids thinking they know everything anyway, but she's going with the lesson. It's what I teach, bitch. It's like, you know, my job, my raison d'etre. Thankyouverymuch.

Okay, back to my life. I got my nails done after school, and man, it was like the clock was moving backwards. I could barely sit still; I couldn't wait to get out of there. Only one of the kids from the cast -- of the play, you remember the play -- came in and sat next to me, so we chatted a bit, and her mother was totally impressed that I was the mother of the playwright.

There are six performances of the play scheduled, btw, and they're sold out. Heh heh.

I dashed across the street from the nails place to the local garden center, since I needed to get flowers for the kid for tonight. [gnashing teeth] This place used to be a country vegetable stand, years ago, but in my adult memory. Now, it's .... I don't know. I don't think any of the stuff is locally grown, food or plants. All I wanted was a half dozen flowers, but all they had were bunches of two dozen roses and bunches of two dozen tulips. Yeah, I never saw anyone get a bunch of tulips, but whatever. So then I had to race to the supermarket, where I got ... a dozen roses, I guess, but mixed colors, and had to put them in a vase at home since I'm only giving her one for each show. Only the white ones have thorns; I wonder why?

Oy. I feel like one of those drawings of the Flash, where you can still see him but he's moving so fast that you also see his blur. I'm a blur. But I'm not moving fast, really, just ... antsy. I am hugely antsy. We call this having the shpilkes. You can't sit still.

I ate a McDonald's salad for dinner, and wolfed it down because I couldn't eat any other way. I could use a shoulder massage. Anyway.

K is also having a crazy runaround day, first subbing, then lunch out with one friend who's in town then dinner with another and then going to the play with both of them. I'm going with the Colleague tonight, so I'm looking forward to that, too. I didn't even expect to see K until I got to school, but she just bopped in, stuck between meals, I guess, and similarly, moving slowly at the speed of light.

It would be nice if this blog thing would settle down, too. I'm only posting here tonight; I don't have time to wait for the whole dland rigamarole. Blogarithm is sort of working for me, but I'm really still checking for diaries the old-fashioned way, with a combination of the dland page and RSS feeds. I looked at blogrolling.com today too, so I may end up doing something with that. But not until the weekend, when I can finally land somewhere.

Oh, I live in north Jersey, Bergen County. Just randomly throwing that in.

I need to touch up my makeup -- did I really say that? and put on a nicer shirt (over the purple tee and jeans I'm already wearing) and make sure that I DON'T FORGET MY TICKET. Not that they won't let me in, anyway. But it's nice you bring your ticket with you.

I am so rambling. If I stop writing, I have to do MORE STUFF. I have to try the Sibs again, and ... and .... and ..... not forget to bring a rose with me, and .... CALM THE FUCK DOWN. It's not like the kid is winning the Pulitzer Prize tonight.

But it is very exciting. Tee hee.

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