Tonight we went to see Spamalot-- one word: absolutely freaking hilarious. When I was reading the program before the show I saw that one of the ensemble people was someone I recognized--she's married to someone from here, and I've known him and his family since he was about five years old. They both live/work in NYC now, he was in Beauty and the Beast for a few years, now he's in the show Chicago. She was a Rockette for three years.
Work is annoying me. A lot. More than a lot. I guess I should be glad it's just annoying me, not making me cry and doubt myself as a teacher, like some people I know. I have a feeling there's more than one person feeling like that these days. That's a much worse feeling than being annoyed. And why can't I get the last paragraph of my posts to double space without being a rocket scientist?