Cow eyeballs might be tasty
I feel very odd today, and it's not just the coffee. I'm baking again, and actually cooking meals as opposed to eating whatever is in the fridge. I'm off to play with the DYO tomorrow morning, I may even play some english horn parts. I saw Alex today, of the theatre, tall and amusing whilst drunk variety, not the starbucks or cello variety, respectively, and exchanged a quick greeting. I've almost forgiven myself for r&g, and I am being sucked back into theatre once again, if in a much smaller way. This is, I think, a good thing.
I have three essays in March, all of which I need to do well on. hm. I am almost done with this business you know, a language course and then 6 more credits. Dear gods I hope the little tack on thing at the academy is primarily performance oriented, I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle.
I've been overcoming nervousness with a bit of false bravado lately, I don't like the result. I don't like alienating people, I've felt that way too much myself. I'm going to go read some Roman dude's travel diary now. (he even includes the wet dream he had at the hotel..)