My day existed in between naps and short periods of productivity.

Today really is Thursday. And it was an uneventful day, mostly, which I thoroughly enjoyed. No Dr's appointments, only one class, and lots of time to do what I needed to do (as well as things that were unneccessary.)

Well, I guess sleep is not unneccessary per se, but I've been super-tired lately and I napped a ton today: half-hour between Theatre History and working on Props, and then post-dinner I napped most of the evening. Now I'm up again and then I'll shower and go to bed for real. I hope nothing's wrong with me b/c I never feel rested (except when Sheerya wakes me up at 6:00 b/c she turns on the light at the vanity-- which has a three-way-mirror-- and effectively floods the entire room with an unhealthy neon glow. I was Awake then. Haven't been since.)

I guess the fact that the blasted Theatre History project is over is worth noting. We were at the library until 1:15 last night, which definitely sucked. But at least it's done, and it went okay in class. There were times during the presentation, however, where I felt like my groupmate would try to discredit what I said or take credit for the idea or observation herself. Ah well. I don't think anyone believed her though, b/c she was not the group authority on Men's Fashion from medieval times onward and clearly, I am the Design major and she is not. So there. *sniff*

I worked on Props for Chicago today. Specifically, turning an issue of the Pantagraph into The Times with the headline, "Roxy Rocks Chicago!" It's pretty far along even though I only worked on it for an hour and a half. Speedy progress is good b/c we open near the end of the month! (Argghhh!) I might have to post a picture of the finished product, b/c it will be très cool.

KB and I were chatting about productivity and she suggested that I publish a book on my Philosophy of Work: The Philosophy of Selective and Intermittent Productivity. The basic premise is that I'm productive when I need to be and not always during other times. I think this could work well for other people; I should share my newfound wisdom.

I will work on the book when I feel like it mostly, and occasionally when I Need to work on it, to meet such industry-imposed nonsense as deadlines. It will sell millions and make me quite rich. This will be a welcome supplement to my salary as a Costume Designer, which would make me a Thousandaire turned Millionaire. (Because it can be very difficult to make a living in the theatre. Designing is a bit for stable than acting, but not by much...) And of course, I will have an amazing husband and gorgeous, wonderful little kids, and they would be happy that I finally made some money. And... I made it because I'm not productive! (*insert uproarious laugher here*)

I also finally figured out why my profile wasn't linking. I'd ended up creating two blogger accounts, and that had caused problems galore. Fortunately though, I realized that my issues lie in a one character discrepancy in the login name, and I was able to fix the problem. I hope.

Well, I must turn in for the night. I have to be up in less than 8 hours to talk with Charles! Hooray! I've been looking forward to our chat time all week.

Oh, and I still don't know if I'm going to the Ballroom or not. It's mighty tempting...

But it felt like a Thursday...

Yeah, I was inspired to start a blog finally. Maybe I'll like it and stick with it. To tell you the truth, I only started this so I can post my *witty* (ha) commentary on Charles's blog.

Today totally felt like a Thursday, but it wasn't so that was kind of sad... I guess my day started a bit off: I thought I hit the snooze button, but I guess I didn't or something b/c I went back to sleep. Only by the Grace of God did I wake up at 9:37 for my 10 o'clock class. (Actually, 9:27 because I set my alarm clock ten minutes fast; keeps me from being late... Most of the time.)

Went to class, then to Buck to print out some research for Costume Crafts class b/c my printer's color cartridge is no more. That took until noon; not cool. Then I ran back to put in my contacts, grab a boxed lunch from Saga, and then go to Physical Therapy at 12:30... Only the lunch part was omitted.

When I'd gotten back to my room, I open the door to find Sheerya asleep. I set down my stuff, she woke up, I stepped into the bathroom to put in my contacts. I was in there maybe two minutes. Dashed back to my room and... it's Locked. Oh crap. This is lovely, Sheerya just locked me out of the room and I have a doctor's appointment in less than half an hour (and I still need 15 minutes to get there.) I was a bit miffed, and told Brad I was locked out so I wouldn't be alone in my misery. Rachel heard me and told me to find Greg-- an RA of some sort-- and he'd unlock the room. He did-- and shortly after, he returned and informed me that I'd have to go to the main desk and fill out the paperwork for the Lockout fee.

I looked at him in disbelief and repeated incredulously, "You mean that because I stepped out of the room for two minutes to put in my contacts, I have to pay $5 for Sheerya's mistake?" (The bathroom is across from my room, folks. I don't need to bring my keys-- but I usually do anyway. The one time, you know?) Then I left. Physical Therapy. blah blah. My hips aren't so badly messed up anymore, but Anna had me sit on the body ball-- which is several inches too tall for my frame-- and my left low back got angry. Boooooo! So instead of continuing to be productive and working w/ weights and such, I ended the session anticlimactically with a stupid ultrasound to make my back stop hurting. It was disappointing. Maybe Friday it'll go better.

Costume Crafts class, worked on jewelry. Mine is based off an amulet similar to the Circle of Solomon and other similar talisman type amulets. Except I'm putting Hebrew on mine instead of Latin. (I'm not altering any Kabbalah amulets, though-- you don't mess with Kabbalah.) Dinner at Tommy's w/ KB. Then Class Project for VisCon: It was creepy. We were blindfolded and walked one at a time into the chapel, where it seemed as if the laughter of a thousand evil people echoed deafeningly off the walls. Soooo creepy. I felt like they were laughing at me, but that was the point.

After I write this, I will nap/clean/something else , then off to Theatre History Meeting #2 with Don and Ali. Hopefully we won't stay until 12:15 again...

And tomorrow's not Friday and I wish it were! Boo.

Question of the evening: Should I go to Swinger's Ball at Willowbrook Ballroom? Saturday night, $20 cover, live band, swing dancers dressed to the nines, but a long drive...