bungled

I stayed out today: the first day I've taken off since August 13th. I graded and recorded grades for six hours; it was grueling but worth it. I was getting so stressed out with the papers hanging over my head. So, I decided to take today to stop the insomnia and useless worrying. My Saturday is booked (if that natural question popped into your head), and interims go out next Thursday. It's crunch time, and I was getting crunched. Then, I went to Wal-Mart tonight to pick up some candy for my students and ran into my most snarky one. Oh, goody. "Hi, Ms. M," she said as she scurried down the aisle. Awesome. Still feelings of guilt aggravate me even though I skipped work to work. Oh, not to be so high strung!

Last night I enjoyed Frost/Nixon with Stacy Keech. I had done no research on what it was about wasn't enthused about going. But, I enjoyed it thoroughly. There's some elusive transaction that happens with live theater. The writing, acting and staging were excellent. Both Frost and Nixon were developed as tragic figures. Apparently on NPR, Keech made comparisons between Nixon and King Lear. (Keech is playing Lear next-- perhaps it was just a plug.) And, it was an adventure parking. I thought the show started at 8pm, so I was taking my time. My friend was making remarks about it being tacky to be late to a play, and I was agreeing with her. Then, C said, "It starts at 7:30." I apologized as I kicked it into high gear. The Dunhill had parking for five dollars.

Battle of the Blues: Last night the crestfallen carpet baggers crawling out of Cameron warmed my heart. They looked so deflated without their snears. Too bad, they won't high-tail it back to New Jersey, their natural habitat. Go Heels! Go North Carolina!