I now present highlights of my Reading Week, be they evil or saintly:

1. A horrible flight to Arkansas complete with huge layovers, being booted off flights, and my new luggage being broken

2. Seeing the 'rents, bro, and pooch again

3. Sleeping in a big bed, as I am an outed sprawler

4. Going to the gym several times and having my legs, knee, shoulders, and abs scream at me

5. Watching huge, obscene amounts of QAF and later reading the novels

6. Seeing the play Bunk Bed Brothers at the WAC

7. First time in a tanning bed and surprisingly not feeling claustorphobic but slightly alien-ish instead (i think it was the bright lights and tiny goggles)

8. Getting a caviry filled with a procedure that was relatively painless for the FIRST TIME EVER! (the painless part, I mean, not the filling)

9. Buying a kick ass pair of boots

10. Watching the Canadians kick ass at the Olympics. Except for men 's hockey. we shall not speak of it.

11. Moseying around, doing nothing except major procrastination

12. Making attempts to curtail my seat mate's attempts at conversation on the plane ride to the USA. Do I look like I need conversation to you? Do I?

I think that covers it...

happy to be back but dreading the coming work load and 2 stage productions.

if i should disappear, the will is under the mattress as usual


[EDIT] SEEING A MONK IN THE CHICAHO AIRPORT!! A monk in brown robes with sandals, a shaved head, wooden cross and rosary beads carrying a Duty Free bag. I kid you not.