I’m here, now, in NJ. It’s good—it’s been insanely social since I got back, actually. I somehow managed to hit a run of parties and events. Good, but exhausting; up until 6am the other day, and regularly up to 2 or 2:30am.
In other news, I’ve discovered a potentially dangerous new sensation: it’s fun to drive a little manual transmission sports car.
Monday I’ll be leaving to drive back east, across this too-large country. It’ll be an adventure of sorts, but I won’t be dawdling in the least. There may be some pictures. This blog (and everything else on this box) will be down for a few days, as it sits in the back of a car with no internet access.
You know how sometimes one has Unpreparedness dreams about theater? The show’s going up, and you don’t know your lines? I had a dream that was basically the opposite of that. I arrived at the theater (which was a dream version of NHS’s theater, for those who know it), and found that they were doing Twelfth Night, and their Malvolio had fallen sick, as had the understudy. So I leaped in, not knowing the blocking, but knowing all the lines, and faking the blocking fairly well. It was awesome.
In other news, this blog (and other’s hosted here) will be down for a few days in about a week, as I drive this box across the country. See @transneptune for continuing updates closer to the date.
This is kind of hilariously misguided, I think.
Also: moving east in two weeks. Looking forward to seeing folks.