Get Out From Behind That Hedge and Go to Grad School

Matt. Smith.

Sorry about your loss in the preliminary race for Congress. Your signs were really awesome though. Maybe you should have put up more of them, and it might have been a smart move to stop hiding them behind hedges. Better luck next time.

I've got a half hour before I put on ye olde apron and start my work day here at the 'Bucks. And what better thing could I be doing except posting on my blog? Oh. Yes. I recall now. I could be typing up all my notes from my theatre gig and emailing them out to the correct individual. I'm supposed to have that done by tomorrow... and I'm going away tomorrow. So what do I do? I procrastinate. It's not a verb. It's a lifestyle.

Plus, it helps me get stuff done quicker. How's that for logic?

Twenty minutes and counting -- only twenty minutes before work now. Hard to believe that that last paragraph took me 10 minutes to complete, huh? Well, I can only attribute it to my complete lack of brain activity. I can form complete sentences and everything, which is great -- believe me -- but I can't seem to get the brain bone connected to the mouth bone or the finger-typey bone lately. It's a shame, what with me just headed in to grad school and all.

Grad school! (Fifteen minutes now.) I just recently signed off on my loans and am still on the prowl (like a tiger... or a housecat... or an opossum) for an apartment in the Boston area. With or without roommate(s), but still semi-affordable on a Starbucks 30-hour per week salary. Yes. It's going to work out. No. I have no idea how yet. Time will tell.

Speaking of time, I have less than 10 minutes to get myself all set up for work. (I'm not that inept. I got a phone call in there and had to stop typing. Stop looking at me that way.) And when I say "set up," I really mean "put my hat and apron on and stand somewhere behind the counter."

And when I say "hat and apron," I really mean "standoffish ice-queen attitude."

And when I say "ice-queen," I really mean "ice-queen."

So stay the hell away from me and my coffee urns. I have to wash the floors.

Bedknobs and broomsticks,
Meredith