sleep, plz
This week was killer. I can't even tell you how wiped I am right now.

I got back from spring break on Sunday, so I had to unpack and clean up and go grocery shopping and all that. Monday was actually not that bad -- I had a make-up class, so I couldn't go into work; I just had one three-hour class in the afternoon.

With Tuesday, it began. Tuesday morning I got up early, got ready for the Acting Medieval Lit piece yet again, finally managed a decent Cupid's bow (and I didn't even get any pics for evidence!), and was off to class. This entailed a whole lot of walking in too-tall heels.

After two classes, I raced back here, threw my stuff down, and changed. I immediately left again and caught the subway to Union Square for a Wasserman presentation -- "Next Steps: English." The point was to reassure us undergrads that English majors could do anything. Who was on the panel? A teacher, a grad student, someone who went into business, and someone who worked in college administration. Could we get a couple more stereotypes in here?

I ran around a little more and submitted forms before my two-and-a-half-hour evening class. Well, it would've been three hours . . . except the professor got sick one week, so to help make up, this class was four hours long. I was dying.

After that, I had to do a library errand for the new job, then I went to the lab with free printing to do a ton of stuff for my Women Intellectuals class -- it had to be late at night so I wouldn't tie up the printer.

I finally caught the bus home -- past midnight -- put together some sort of dinner, and fell into bed for a few hours. To make matters worse, thanks to the heels, I woke up with a horrible cramp in my calf. Those are always miserable because you're sleeping and clueless and suddenly in crippling pain, and if you're like me, you can't understand anything when you wake up, just that you're an animal in pain.

Wednesday wasn't as bad; I had stuff to do around here in the morning, but only one three-hour class. After that, I had more forms to fill out and drop off for the new job, plus another library errand.

Then back here at Water, there was a meeting I had to go to. I signed up to see Rent for $10 on Sunday, but when I signed up, I also committed to attending this thing, which was called a discussion of Rent. But no, it turned out to be a two-hour lecture on "using condoms is important mmkay." It was just so frustrating and such a waste of time when I could've been doing other stuff I had to get done.

Then, when I was carrying dinner up to my room, I tripped on my pants leg, fell on the stairs, showered the common room with milk and spaghetti, and managed to hurt myself pretty decently; the bruise on the outside of my right leg is still developing, but it's already over 3" wide and 6" long (yes, I measured).

Thursday I had two classes in the morning, then I met up with afrai! We had lunch, walked around Greenwich Village, and got Cold Stone before she had to go. More on this later -- but it was fun and she's very cool. (Also, I ate way too much junk food.)

Tomorrow, Friday, I have work all day. I couldn't go during spring break, or this Monday because of the makeup class, so I really want to make up the missed time and show them I'm taking it seriously. I want to be there at 9 latest, and I'll probably stay until 5:30ish.

Then I'm going out with Sarah, and it's definitely going to be an adventure. Lauren, the middle-ground one, isn't going to be able to make it tomorrow; in the past she's been the one who keeps it a little more low-key. Sarah is a lot of fun, a lightweight, and a six-foot blonde. And I have an unfortunate tendency to egg her on a little ("okay, why not go to a club?").

Saturday is also busy. I can sleep in a little, thankfully, but at noon I'm going ice-skating. I've wanted to go for awhile, so I'm really psyched.

After that ends, I'm coming back, showering, then getting all dressed again and going to this club -- it's kind of a long story, but it's supposed to be sketchy but fun. We'll see.

Sunday is, mercifully, relatively low-key. There will be a lot of sleeping in, probably a fair amount of cleaning the apartment, and then in the evening Rent.

And then it's Monday and I get to do it all again yay.

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I talked to Doug today, before I met up with bravecows, and it was good. Not perfect -- he's got rehearsals all weekend (for Edward II! I'm embarrassingly psyched). A evening thing might've been possible, but one of Doug's good friends is one of the five guys in The Seafarer (I know!), and it's closing this weekend, so Doug wants to go party with him (and Ciaran Hinds).

He said next weekend should be good, though; he was saying it'd work out, and I was joking "Oh, I should pencil you in, then?" and he was all "No, no, I know it'll work!" I was still only agreeing to pencil, not ink -- it was all super-teasy and not serious whatsoever, but on some level I think stuff like that registers. I hate, hate playing games, but if I have to do all this crap to pretend to be high-value so he treats me better, I will.

Plus I'm secretly kind of glad that I get to go ice-skating and clubbing this weekend. I mean, don't get me wrong -- I love spending time with Doug -- but this way I get both: ice-skating and clubbing (this weekend), and seeing Doug and not doing anything else all day and making breakfast at 2 PM and cuddling to watch Slings & Arrows (next weekend).

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This entry has been Benless, by the way, because the poor guy has the flu. Okay, one quick story: We were texting the other day and he was telling me how miserable he was. I texted something like "Have you tried the brat diet?" He went quiet for a few minutes, then sent something like "Listen, you know I really want to see you, but I'm so sick, it's the flu, I'm afraid it's not going to work out this week...I'm sorry!"

I laughed for about five minutes before I could stop long enough to text back "brat: bananas, rice, applesauce, toast."