"... Like a Tea Tray in the Sky!"

Matt Smith,

Bizarro world, huh? One day I stopped in and you were there, and the next day I stopped by and the bed was gone. It occurred to me that it wasn't your bed, so the fact that the bed moved could have catapulted your move, but I digress.

My bed is still in my bedroom, but it'd be hard to tell because of all the crap I apparently own. One of the things I think I should become fond of is getting rid of stuff. What am I going to do with it all? I wish I could be a person that could put everything she owns in her car and take it wherever it needs to go next. Hell, some days I just wish I could be a person. I don't know if I'm meant to get to that point. I like owning random things. Like the red feather boa that used to live in the trunk of my car, or the ugly red lamp that now lives in the bottom of my closet. I also own a plethora of teapots. Someday I'll be a grandmother, and my grandchildren will identify me as Teapot Grandma, and ask me questions about why I own so many teapots or "Is that a new teapot, Grandma?" and I'll say, "No, it's older than you," and give them a Twinkie. That is, of course, contigent upon whether or not there will be Twinkies in the future.

As it stands, I have no Twinkies, but I have developed some sort of soft-boiled plan for the next year. I'll be Jamaican and work my three jobs. (Side note: My three jobs remind me of the Pepto-Bismol commercial with the pseudo-rap about stomach disorders, only mine is "Starbucks, Bradford, PrimeStage Theatre" instead of stomach problems.) And sometime in October or November (November, November!) I'll try to score high on my GRE and apply to grad school for Educational Theatre in some east coast city like New York or Boston. And then I'll be rejected and I'll go back to working my Jamaican jobs. Or something like that.

So the plan isn't SOLID. Especially that last part about getting rejected. In the meantime, I'm working hard at staying put and seeing the people that I love succeed in their endeavors.

And getting people who love me and think I'm great to write me glowing letters of recommendation.

Happy Sunday.

-- Meredith