The cross-stitch is done and just needs to be washed and re-hooped. Hell ya!
Lack of sleep seems to be a theme:
Stacie: i just want to go to sleep forever.
Stephen: I've been way too exhausted to update meaningfully. I'm not sure when it happened... It kinda crept up on me, but now I think I'd need to sleep for a week to get back on schedule.
Me: I finally caught up on my sleep by sleeping from 1a to 8 this morning; would have slept later, but the morning fight about taking my brother to synagogue for a friend's bat mitzvah woke me up. Oh well.
Show's doing marvelously. Mr. Goetz made my day yesterday by telling me that I didn't have to do the math IA because I'd already done it. Yay.
Siberholzen and Seigel had me deliver a handful of rose petals to Sam at last night's show. Smevans also seems to think I'm involved with my "Beth" [IB theatre people know what that means]. So very funny but so not true. I've got my eye on somebody else, who I'm pretty sure has no interest at all. Ah, such is life. And Richard knows, too, so that means seven. Yipee.
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