So I’m sitting here, it’s 10:50 pm,
in a dark room lit only by an obscured night-light and my laptop screen. The laptop is doing a much better job of
throwing light than the nightlight at the moment, probably due to the fact that
there is a fully draped clothes drying rack planted directly in front of said
nightlight. The grammar-check of this
version of “word” is telling me that I have the wrong “it’s” in front of the “10:50.” Isn’t it obvious that I mean “it is” and not
the possessive form? Grammar-check, you
can throw your squiggly green lines at me all you want, I am not changing
that! This is a quaint little room,
barely big enough for a bed and me, but I am growing to like it. About 90% of my belongings are still at home;
it will be nice to live minimally for a while again. I do have to bring a few more things up here
before all is said and done. Like fingernail
and toenail clippers, a reading lamp, my paints and 2 canvasses, and something
else which I will remember later.
School starts
tomorrow. It’s 11:00 pm and I’m not in
bed yet. Who knows if I will even be
able to sleep? Excited? Yes.
Nervous? Double yes. If there was one talent I wish I had, though
I might even consider it a super power, it would be the ability to fall asleep
anywhere on command. I would not want to
randomly fall asleep anywhere, that could be dangerous (zip-lining, driving a
car, cutting onions at Julia Childs speed, you name it, there are many
dangerous-while-sleeping activities). If
I could do that, fall asleep on command no matter my surroundings, I would
totally turn this baby off, lay down in bed, and tell myself, “Ok self, sleep
now,” and boom, I’d be asleep. Like
buttah. Yes, I know that doesn’t really
fit, but I just like saying, “Like buttah.”
And finally,
here I am 10 hours away from the first day of circus school. I hope I’m ready.
