Right now, I feel as if most parts of my life are progressing ever so slowly.Reno
My entranceway is basically complete. There's a tiny bit of trim left under the door that I'll do while working on the hallway.
The hallway is mostly done except the trim and doors. I need to remove the hardware and change or repair the thin drop sheet.
The living room hasn't been started really. One wall has to be stripped, but I haven't ever done that, so I need to watch some videos or something. There is stuff all over, so I've been gradually moving it around to make it possible to start painting parts. But I scratched the floor some when I moved a bookcase and I'm upset about it. I also need to take my TV off the wall for probably at least 18 hours, so it'll have to be somewhere during that time.
I saw a cockroach after moving one of my bookshelves. They like clean places apparently and love bookshelves, so I had to get some "food" for them. Reasons to digitize everything...
School
School is going both fast and slow at once?
We're marching quickly toward pitch week in Toronto and it feels like I never have enough time to do all the work I have to do yet some of it feels like just nuisance filler.
Philip Roth said, "The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress."
I agree. I have probably upwards of 20 things I'm trying to do all at once and I hope not to have quite this much going on once school is done.
I keep thinking it'll get a little calmer, but maybe that's only because this week in particular is insane. At least the work of the presentation I have on Wednesday is done. I have stuff to do for Thursday, 10 more pages for the feature by Saturday, a movie shoot, plus episode breakdowns for the TV show. At least next Monday is an evening class and my play isn't being performed until later because then I'd have extra things to go to.
I often find myself wondering if they're trying to kill us?
I missed class today because of a cold that has taken up residence in my body. I'm just starting to feel a little better.
Work
I've spent the last couple of days applying to jobs to not only earn money for a summer trip, but to get working before May rolls around and I suddenly don't have money for food.
It's taken me most of the day to find enough concentration to write this much, so I'm going to stop here. It seems like a lot, but I wrote most of this yesterday...
The Oscar-nominated short Weeds is rather like how I feel right now, so close to my dreams and yet so far. It's hard to find in its entirety, but it's floating about the Internet.
And that's how life's river flows today.
R~