Looking for a New York Groove

Somebody needs to find my Productivity Switch and flip it to the ON position... pronto!  Because I've got about a million-and-one things to do, and can't seem to get my ass in gear to start on a single one of them.

Well, that's not entirely true.  I did memorize a monologue this evening, but that only ever takes about half an hour anyway.  Hardly a large investment of time.

And I did find time this afternoon to get a mani-pedi and a new tattoo, but in the hierarchy of THINGS THAT MUST BE DONE STAT, those are fairly low on the totem pole.  Except the tattoo.  Those are always urgent.

This is clearly the beginning-of-semester story of my life, is it not?  I'm always losing my shit at this time of year, particularly when I've just returned from traveling.  Go ahead, ask me if I've unpacked yet.  Just ask.

I haven't even looked at my Google Reader since I left the country.  Anyone want to make a guess as to how insanely high that number will be before I begin gratuitously marking-all-as-read?  Come on, leave a guess in the comments and the winner gets a cookie.

(See, I'm surreptitiously engaging you in my procrastination tactics.  I am that good.)

So really, that's it for the time being kids.  Sorry.  I promise a recap of some sort when I eventually get around to answering CFL's lame-ass excuse for an apology.  I am debating whether or not to include photos of my poor, half-shorn kitty in my response.  We'll see how benevolent I'm feeling when I finally get around to writing it.

I have an audition for a job tomorrow afternoon, and an audition for a show (non-paying, new Rep company that someone I know started last year) on Friday.  I need to get my arse in gear and start working on all the red-tape-alleviating paperwork for my ginormous project, as well as creating lesson plans for another job I'm applying for.  And there's always the fact that if I don't get around to unpacking ASAP, I'm going to end up living out of boxes for the rest of the semester.

Phew.

And did I mention my 10 year HS reunion is in 2 weeks?  Yeah, I just hope that it's not too soon to ask the landlord's little brother to cat-sit after the whole CFL debacle.  The afore-mentioned "talk" still has not occurred.

Okay, I'm working myself into a tizzy again and can't think of a witty and/or coherent way to end this little tirade, so I'll simply say "goodnight" and promise pics of the new tattoo once I actually take some.

Goodnight!