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Current Location: comfy chair
Current Mood: not sleepy, i.e., awake
Current Music: The soft buzz of the aquarium
It's 3 am and I can't sleep. Not a creature is stirring ... I'm going to feel like hell today! Sitting here writing on Facebook (hi Caitlin!) -- that thing is addicting and I must stop.
Went to ballet last night, we're rehearsing this silly dance, my God, if you could see what we have to wear! It's worse than embarrassing. It's a 1900s bathing suit, and, believe me, you're not missing anything. Did women really go to the beach wearing those things? The costume includes frilly pants, or shorts, or whatever, and frilly cap. Talk about tan lines! The dance is actually quite funny. Well, got to stay limber somehow!
Taking the twins to see the Paris Opera Ballet School's annual performance tonight. I must not forget my aspirin and bottled water. We get home from Paris on 5 p.m. train and we're off to Paris again at 6. That's cutting it close. Please, trains, work tonight. We have seats in a loge, I'm not sure what the English word is for the little private rooms with chairs. I hate those chairs, they're like kitchen chairs with velvet seats, and they get moved around helter-skelter during intermission. I always manage to get my foot caught on one of them. I'm afraid one day, or evening, rather, the chair and I will go tumbling off the balcony. They should not allow those things.
Nothing else to say, so I shall save this entry and send it into cyberspace!
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. Henry David Thoreau
Went to ballet last night, we're rehearsing this silly dance, my God, if you could see what we have to wear! It's worse than embarrassing. It's a 1900s bathing suit, and, believe me, you're not missing anything. Did women really go to the beach wearing those things? The costume includes frilly pants, or shorts, or whatever, and frilly cap. Talk about tan lines! The dance is actually quite funny. Well, got to stay limber somehow!
Taking the twins to see the Paris Opera Ballet School's annual performance tonight. I must not forget my aspirin and bottled water. We get home from Paris on 5 p.m. train and we're off to Paris again at 6. That's cutting it close. Please, trains, work tonight. We have seats in a loge, I'm not sure what the English word is for the little private rooms with chairs. I hate those chairs, they're like kitchen chairs with velvet seats, and they get moved around helter-skelter during intermission. I always manage to get my foot caught on one of them. I'm afraid one day, or evening, rather, the chair and I will go tumbling off the balcony. They should not allow those things.
Nothing else to say, so I shall save this entry and send it into cyberspace!
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. Henry David Thoreau