“Early Weekend”

So have I mentioned yet that there are some mornings where my workplace totally smells like weed? I don’t know what the deal is, but some days I come in and the place reeks. Like, I think it’s being pumped through the ventilation system. They say the air system is all new, so it can’t be leftover from when the building was a skating rink. Or can it? Ah, whatever. Anyway, yeah some mornings I come in and the place totally reeks.

Got another date happening tonight. Got no idea how this is going to go, but in the getting to know you back and forth there seems to be a lot in common. It sounds like she might still be married. Actually, no, that’s not it. She definitely IS still married; what it sounds like is that even though she’s living on her own, she hasn’t actually filed for divorce yet. How do I feel about that? Not too happy. So we’ll see how things go.

I’m still hopeful about a movement from my quintet being played next week. Can’t wait to hear the read-through. My presentation is done, I’ll have one more lesson next week and then a class next Wednesday where I get to just show up and listen to the other students give their papers. And then a month and a half break. Nice. I’m thinking seriously adding French in to my class schedule. We’ll see if there’s something that works, time-wise.

I think this entry will post Saturday, but I’m writing it the Friday before. I’m stoked to only have to deal with a half-day at work—I’m heading out early to hear my quintet be read. It’s a great way to end the work week—early lol.

There’s a number of thoughts running through my mind, but I think what I want most is to just sign off and coast the last hour and half of work I’ve got left. Give me my weekend, please!