40 bags

I really don’t have much to say about this weekend. The highlight was hanging out with I, who went to the audition with me and even got a call back. ETA: she didn’t get cast, because they are dumb. I has got some pipes on her.

There are days like this when even the shortest, simplest blog seem difficult. To be frank, work used to be very frustrating. I answer phones all day,  I do paperwork and computer work, I go visit my daily client. Now they’re teaching me billing codes and tricks, and I actually have to pay attention. It’s nice to know they consider me competent, but it’s very nerve-wracking. One wrong move and we lose money. I suppose it’s better than being bored. Stressful, though. Sigh. 

I am very much looking forward to my trip to Oakland over St. Patrick’s Day weekend. I am staying with my friend L and possibly her daughter, part of the time. We are going to go Irish Caroling and maybe even to the Exporatorium. I will get to see people I haven’t seen for over 2 years. I’m terrified they will all think I’ve gotten fat. Isn’t my brain adorable?

Ok, next blog will have a cohesive message, ok, loyal reader? Good night.