Actually I may not have another one tomorrow. To start with I won't be tripping over prone post-sleepover/allnighter/computer and gaming geeks at the crack of dawn as I did just now. Dear god, they're everywhere - on the floor, on the couches, one is even still awake and on the computer, unaware that he's about to get the boot. And just when did my son's friends start having beards? And goatees? Or whatever trendy thing they're called now?
Tomorrow is a non-work day, which increases my odds of non-bitchdom. I'm more than ready to stop with this full-time work business. I think everyone involved believes that our lives are a lot easier when I'm only working part-time and am able to deal with all the house/kid/financial stuff on a daily basis. Summers are problematic though, since my husband teaches one summer session and that's it until late August. I have to work full-time if we plan to eat in July. Of course if you reread the last paragraph, you'll see that no food is not an option at the RC Flophouse. This year is going to be different, though. The magic date is July 23rd. That's the start date of the feature film the Film Geek is going to shoot. At that point he'll be working around the clock for four weeks and then will transition right back into teaching. I work on Sunday the 22nd and then officially go back to part-time nurse stooge. I can't wait. Sounds so melodramatic to say I'm counting the minutes...but I am.
And speaking of magic dates, July 21st, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. 29 days from now. Cannot wait for it. I'm about 50 pages into the third book in my ritualistic rereading of all the books to prepare for the new one. Admittedly this becomes a more daunting task with each addition. Toward the end of this process last time I actually began to have HP dreams. Kind of fun, actually.Well, thank you all for reading my daily therapy session. You can send all your bills to my email address. I'll catch up with them on the 23rd.