The sporadic ramblings of Emily C. A. Snyder - devoted to God, theatre, writing, and much randominity.
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God's sense of humour
Continues to be not in the least funny, but absolutely spot-on. So, last night, right after giving me time enough this week to audition, cast, read and watch-through, I'm struck around 12:30 a.m. with a massive fever - shakes, chills, sweats, the works. Enough that I toss and turn all night, wake at 8 a.m. with the fever broken, sleep for another four hours, cancel voice lessons, and maunder about the house, mostly devouring Me and Shakespeare (which is more memoire and less Shakespeare than I should like). I'd meant to go in this morning to finish cleaning out my classroom, but considering everything that wasn't going to happen. Ah ca. Once again the Hand of God clutching me in enforced relaxation. I'm grateful, and I'm smiling (through the kleenex) but I'm also laughing and rolling my eyes at Him. Ridiculous, I say. He replies: The same.
Mood: Improving. Far better than last night!
Music: None at the moment. Pete and Tristan in the next room video gaming.
Latest Hamlet Thoughts: Centering around the play within the play....
Continues to be not in the least funny, but absolutely spot-on. So, last night, right after giving me time enough this week to audition, cast, read and watch-through, I'm struck around 12:30 a.m. with a massive fever - shakes, chills, sweats, the works. Enough that I toss and turn all night, wake at 8 a.m. with the fever broken, sleep for another four hours, cancel voice lessons, and maunder about the house, mostly devouring Me and Shakespeare (which is more memoire and less Shakespeare than I should like). I'd meant to go in this morning to finish cleaning out my classroom, but considering everything that wasn't going to happen. Ah ca. Once again the Hand of God clutching me in enforced relaxation. I'm grateful, and I'm smiling (through the kleenex) but I'm also laughing and rolling my eyes at Him. Ridiculous, I say. He replies: The same.
Mood: Improving. Far better than last night!
Music: None at the moment. Pete and Tristan in the next room video gaming.
Latest Hamlet Thoughts: Centering around the play within the play....
posted by Emily C. A. Snyder | 7:45 PM
2 Comments:
I knew it wouldn't be impossible to find you online -- and there you have it, I'm a regular little stalker, I'll tell you what!
Anywho... uh yeah just dropping in to say I did indeed find your blog. I'm still searching (fruitlessly, mind) for your blogs in and around the time of KoF... I have a shrewd suspicion that they would be more than amusing to read. Ah well. In conclusion, I think the school needs to re-arrange the schedule so that you teach religion for seniors, if only for next year. I waited 2 years to have you! Now what!?
With Lurve,
Jackie
Heya Jax -
Just go to the left side of my blog where all the dates are, and click on Dec. 04-ish and go from there.
Alas, nope - you'll have either Mr. McKelvie or Fr. Steve next year for religion. I did make a bid, but it wasn't in the cards. *sigh*
Nice to have you stalking! Much love -
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