Again, there has been a hiatus. Let's not discuss it.
I was going to do a New Year's post, but in Kate-Land the New Year doesn't officially start until January 5th, as that is my birthday. It just seems like good sense to start the year with a new age. What's five days going to matter anyways?
As of right now, twenty-four doesn't seem that much different than twenty-three. Except, of course, the ever growing sense of doom and dread that twenty-five is just around that corner and holy moly there is so much I was supposed to accomplish by the time I turned twenty-five, and woah, the time from eighteen to right now didn't take that long which means the time from now until thirty is just going to fly by and oh my God WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
But, aside from that, things are pretty much the same. Rehearsals are going great, though I'm still struggling with getting enough sleep. I get home from rehearsal at around 11:30pm and try to clock in around three and a half hours before waking at 3:45 and going to work by 4:30. I get off around noon and do my best to get in a good, long, restful nap before leaving at six for rehearsal again. I'm sleeping in chunks but never really getting in a good eight hours until the weekend. Oh well. I have deemed 2011 'The Year of Perpetual Exhaustion' and it appears 2012 won't be much different. However, I'm in a show and I'm dancing and it's just the best. The absolute best.
Side note: I'm sitting in Oddfellows Cafe on Capitol Hill as I type this, in an effort to enjoy a little January sun and get myself out of the house on this lazy Sunday. Both of the waitresses that have stopped in to check in on me have given me fabulous compliments. I feel kind of gorgeous.
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| View from my table. |
Oh! And I mentioned this, but my birthday happened! Ricky was wonderful. The day of my birthday I had work and rehearsal so we couldn't really celebrate much, but he did cook me a delicious dinner. Then on Friday night we dressed up and he had a fancy black town car pick us up and take us to our favorite little restaurant out in Wallingford where we had the works: cocktails, three course meal, bottle of wine. Then the town car picked us up and drove us home. Perfection.
In other news, babies are cute, I love my new Uggs (don't hate), and I'm super sore right now.
It's good to be back.
