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led astray

January 2013

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bad night, better day

Last night I had bad dreams.  They wern't the mom nightmares I have been having lately.  At least one of them may have been worse.  Several disconnected anxiety dreams, ranging from mild (there was no oatmeal left) to heart-racing (my alarm didn't go off and I didn't wake up until I should have been at work already).  And one was bad.  So bad I don't even know what to do with it, where to put it and it's like a trainwreck.  *shiver*

However, I wore a turtleneck with a hoodie over it to work and I feel much better.  I brought tea.  And when the boss asked me to do something, I told her I was done.  She said, ok, but now I want you to do the afternoon schedule.  I had already done it.  And evening.  All done.  I was productive.  I think she underestimated the ammount of boredom I work under.  But I must say that I enjoy the time to rest my brain and do some journaling.  It's good to get things out.  Sometimes I don't even know what's going on up there until I start typing.

I have a partner and the scenes I need for the competition.  I just need a monologue and rehersal time.  :-)

I really want to get into the FSU MFA program.  I was looking at apartments in the area where the campus is and for what the 2 of us pay for rent, we could rent a 3 BR house with all utilities included!  Or a building with pools.  More than one.  Outside, because you can swim for 10 months out of the year.  You know, and it's a good, elite program.  So the closest thing I have to a resolution is to get my ass in gear with monologues and applications and schedule some auditions.  Going for the gold...coast.


You know why rent is so cheap there? Because no one wants to live in hurricane hell.