Now that Christmas is over, I have two whole days of nothing before New Year's Eve hell begins.
For a long time, I have coveted a cello stand that lets me leave my spike out. Yes, I really am that lazy about putting my cello away between practice sessions. So yesterday, I went down to Lowes, bought myself $30 worth of wood, screws, corner brackets, and hooks, and, in the comfort of my living room, created from scratch the remarkably sturdy stand you see at the right. I'm pretty proud of it, considering the planning process consisted of a scrappy sketch and some very half-hearted measurements.
I've also been getting plenty of sleep. I think my sleep bank is almost out of the red. This is a very good thing, as last week, I was actually starting to hallucinate with exhaustion. On Thursday evening, during preparations for a class performance of Jack and the Beanstalk, I saw a giant curved streak of lightning suddenly bounce out of the head of a parent volunteer and into the backstage gloom. I kept the vision to myself. Best not to tell the parents that sort of thing. Then, on Friday night as Matt and I were driving home from Walmart in the rain, I saw an inpossibly large, coffin-shaped building radiating light on top of a hill. I blinked, and only the hill was real.
Thank goodness Matt drops me off at work every day. I don't think I was fit to drive last week.
Maybe in the first week of January when I'm on holidays, I'll try blogging about all the hallucinations I've ever had (for various, ahem, reasons). Hallucinations are awesome, especially when you are very aware they are hallucinations.
(Thus says the girl who is not mentally ill. Yet.)
I'm not exactly sure what's going on in Australia, aside from the knowledge that everyone is in hospital. Truth be told, I'm a little afraid to answer the phone at the moment. I'm terrified of hearing that my dad has passed away. I don't think he's quite on his deathbed yet, but he's apparently lost a painful amount of weight, and I'm desperately trying not to imagine what he must look like. I'm running away emotionally. Maybe if I don't hear anything, everything will be all right, right? It's all good, right?
Mum I'm not so worried about. She'll be fine.
Speaking of depression, last week's Smart Talk focused on the decision handed down by the Judge Jones in the Intelligent Design in Dover case. God, I hate people. Virtually every caller disagreed with the judge's decision - even a biology teacher who started ranting about the difference between macroevolution and microevolution proclaimed that ID had a place in his classroom. It was all I could do to keep from slitting my wrists in studio control.
Kudos to Judge Jones, though, officially my favorite church-going Bush-appointed Republican judge ever.
In the last few days, I've watched Le Roi de Coeur, a gorgeously funny movie recommended by Matt's parents, and I read Glengarry Glen Ross and half of Shopgirl while I was at Larry's house for Christmas dinner. I need to read the second half of Shopgirl. I feel like I've been left hanging.
Trivia: Geneviève Bujold, whom I quite fell in love with in Le Roi de Coeur, was first pick to play Captain Janeway.