From the joys of unemployment to the wonders of overemployment. The fun never ends. I've been working my arse off, but it's really not bad. After the first 10 hours you can't even feel your feet anymore, so it doesn't really matter that they hurt. And the delirium from lack of a sleep makes trying to give water to 13 people simulataneously feel like a very strange but entertaining game.

Actually, I'm really pretty happy with it all. I've met some very cool people, I'm making pretty good money, and my addiction to espresso is strong and healthy once again. Oh yeah, and I have a crush, which is always fun. I haven't had a crush on anyone interesting in along time. I forgot how exciting and silly they are, with all the giddiness and the flirting and the telling your friends how very, very cool Super Person X is (yeah, I'm stealing that from Crystal. Thanks Crystal.). Hee hee hee. I feel like a 15 year old. It's great.

The only thing that is stupid in my life right now is that I'm supposed to be in a field with thousands of people listening to Radiohead. Field Day Fest was cancelled, the bastards. They cancelled it on Wednesday. I was supposed to go see the Matthew Barney show at the Guggenheim, too, but no Field Day, no trip to New York. Stupid stupid.

Even that's really ok, though. At least now I have a few days to recuperate and sit on the couch watching old episodes of Sex and the City. And I get to hang out with Crystal. And I get to sleep.

New reviews should be up soon. For now, I'm going to go drink more coffee and read the paper. I heart Saturday mornings.