In search of large, pliable beasts of burden

That is, if I can't figure something else out for the transport of my laundry. I'm sorry, but I can't do it... I can't even think about the trip up the stairs lugging my laundry without feeling pain everywhere. If I could just get some large, obedient idiot to carry it for me, I'd be in business. Sure, I could do it in waves, taking a little at a time. That would mean getting through my laundry at the end of, say, three months or so. I mean, there's a lot of it. So, until I can figure something out, I'll dig tunnels through my laundry to walk through my room. At least it makes for good insulation in the winter, though it may be a bit of a fire hazzard. Anyway, if there's anyone out there who thinks they might be willing to do a little manual labor, definitely let me know. Hell, I'd be willing to pay at this point... not much, but more than I'd be getting paid to do it.

Meanwhile, it's life as usual. Courses and teaching have started up again as of last week, as has choir; fencing is next week, so I'm getting myself warmed up for the exertion, which I need after the long, fat kid break I had in Texas over Christmas. I start recording again next week, too, which is great... that may have been the thing I missed the most while I was away. Anyway, that's on Tuesday. Besides, I've been working on some new things, and I'm looking forward to running them past Craig, to see if there's anything there that we ought to record. Speaking of Tuesday... I've had another stupid idea.

It wouldn't be so stupid if it wasn't me, doing everyhting I'm up to now, smack in the middle of actually working hard at school. No, this one's pretty stupid, and it's on Tuesday. Actually, it's on both Monday and Tuesday: auditions for Fordham's production of The Vagina Monologues. It's not that I have an enormous affinity for the show... I mean, I don't hate it, but parts of it have always sort of irritated me... bits of it seemed a little trite to me back when I saw it a few years ago. Still, it certainly has its redeeming moments. Otherwise, how could it be so popular, aside from the obviously intreaguing subject matter? Truth is, there are a couple of monologues that I think might be rather fun to do, and I haven't been in a stage production in a couple of years (well, in terms of straight-up theatrical drama, that is), so I miss it. There it is... I miss it. I know it's stupid that I even consider the audition, but I have a pretty hard time turning away. The worst that could happen is that I don't make the cut. Or, perhaps, the worst thing that could happen would be for me to get in. I haven't decided if I'm gonna do this thing yet... but it's looking pretty bad so far. Ah, well... there goes my spare laundry time.