Sunspotted

Gretna Fest was great! I got my Sunpie fix (yeah, I do have a crush on him, I must admit) and Rebirth enough that my right eardrum is blown out and white beans and rice with fried catfish. A good day in Louisiana. It's the one place in the world where even the old white men have a great sense of rhythm and can dance. I love the South for its embrace of quirky people who are completely unselfconscious. Every day is a Flannery O'Connor short story (except when at First Choice Law School - where the cookie-cutter trend is as bad as SoCal).

My schedule is so tight for the next ... two and a half months that I have every hour planned for this week. I left Rebirth early so that I can fix in some time to go to the bathroom and maybe even shower off this festival sweat and grime. And, oh yeah, blog.

So, when I asked last month, "When is it going to get challenging? When is it going to get busy?"

Now, blog friends, now.

And in interests of full disclosure, Dayton and I are trying to work things through, though I hold less than 100% hope. I just can't kill that he feels like home, but I'm running out of patience with crosscultural discontinuities.

OK, I blocked out three hours to do about 10 hours of work for my new Test Prep job (very labor-intensive, though I will get paid for it). When I didn't prep for Saturday, I really pushed the patience limits with supervisor-classmate (who scored points with me when he said the reason he doesn't like Austin is that there it's "too white" but lost points when I realized that he was born when I was in 8th grade), so it's time to be a good girl. For awhile.