Everyday Would Be A Holiday

Sitting in bed holding this computer, typing this blog post at 11:20 PM.
Biking home from Boulder's.
Grading screenplays on the floor--a cookie in one hand and grading pencil in the other--while Boulder does dishes in the kitchen.
Chatting it up with the acting MFAs over mashed 'taters, Hawaiian rolls, mac & cheese, and steamed veggies.
Running into JD on my way from class to Boulder's house. Being literally shocked out of speech since it is so rare to see anyone on campus you actually know.
Discussing globalization of theatre--especially China.
Finishing the play Wild Man on the cushy chairs outside the Theatre History classroom.
Writing Muff a long e-mail.
Pretty dec sketch meeting. I wrote one that will require singing and a giant cake puppet.
Getting a text from Boulder that says, "Monday night football party and food tonight!"
Proctoring tests to kids with ADD!
Running four miles to some A. McMahon.
Biking to school in the cool morning.
Reading some S & H.
Leftover pasta for breakfast.
Waking up to "Holiday From Real" at 5:45.