My day started out deliciously relaxing, but now I just feel like shit. I wanted to get in the pool but it rained, I wanted to shop but there's nothing I really need to buy, I wanted to read but I couldn't concentrate for long enough. I'm not sure why I scheduled three weeks off. I'm TERRIBLE at being off...I'm terrible at relaxing.
I have two more weeks off and I have several things scheduled. Some I'm looking forward to, and I'm sure having my nipples hooked up to a car battery would be more pleasant than some of the others.
Tuesday I'm going over to Baptist Preacher's Wife's house for "crafting." Yes, Andi is going crafting. Well, more realistically...Andi is going to sit amongst people who craft. There is absolutely nothing wrong with crafting, and I wouldn't be so bitchy as to insinuate that, but I've managed to try 800 crafts in my life and I've stuck with exactly 0 of them for more than 2 weeks. I tried crocheting and wanted to rip my eyeballs out after I finished my first potholder, I tried quilting and ended up with gushing, bloody fingertips, and I tried cross stitch long enough to make half a project when Mikel was born. He's now 14. Baptist Preacher's Wife assured me that I was welcome to bring my own craft along or try the cross stitching or quilting. I was tempted to ask if I could bring my laptop and blog a long string of innovative curse words, but somehow I think that'd go over like a turd in a punch bowl. Why don't I just NOT GO you ask?? Because she has me firmly by the proverbial nuts. She wants to talk about the plans for the town library.
Wednesday is faculty orientation for the college (not to be confused with GA orientation at the university). I've already been oriented, but apparently we have to be oriented over and over. Because summer can be very disorienting. Director invited me to help with registration, which means, "Ms. Andi, please come in and help with registration for a few hours if you'd like to ever work in education in this town again."
Friday is a museum trip with a lady from my book group. Shit...that reminds me that the book group meeting is Tuesday night and I haven't read the book yet. Anyway, museum trip to Dallas and Ft. Worth. I need to try to get out of it. The lady is very nice, but wound tighter than an 8-day clock, and I'm afraid her nervous breakdown over the Dallas traffic might pull me right over the edge.
The 26th is Grad. Assistant orientation from 9-3 and then a party at my favorite professor's house from 5 to whenever. Must pick out my most responsibly sexy ensemble so as to make a good impression on the new profs. I'm thinking the Jackie O shirt.
On TV: I shot it.
CD of choice: Touch...Amerie.
Reading: My palm.
In my head: White girl noise.