I am waiting for a class. The supplies are out, the samples are on the
board. I have that weird anxiety that hostesses get right before the
guests arrive. Will they remember? Will there be enough for every one?
The schedule has been looming over my head lately. All the things I booked
while I had nothing to do this summer. Its strange to be so busy now. I
was fantasizing about the next submarines, which is as far as I'll get
unless I take a day off of work to do them. [sigh] Should I go to the
poetry reading tonight or should I stay home and draw?