I've gotten as much work done on my drama project as I can. The PowerPoint is almost done, the script is pretty much done. (Here is the first slide.) We have one more meeting, tomorrow evening, to make any changes, add anything, rehearse the timing and slide cues. One of our members, Ben, still hasn't done anything or shown up for a single meeting. I should feel a little sorry for him; he's a paranoid schizophrenic (for reelz, yo), obviously smokes too much pot, and is unable to afford the book for the class (or any other class from what he says), but shite man, we reached out and basically did everything else. All he had to do was a little research and show up.
Otherwise, it should be fine. I'm a little nervous about the presentation, well, actually just the in-front-of-everyone-acting part. The easy bit is that I'm playing myself and I feel pretty comfortable with my other group members. Steven and Greg are especially intelligent and funny. I would even hang out with them outside of class if such a thing presented itself. Imagine that.
On Friday night, brdgt and strangedasein came over for dinner. Bridget brought an excellent ziti (/drool) and Jacquelyn made a salad with arugula, garbanzos, red peppers, a special dressing, and much yumminess I can't accurately describe. (Probably because there was quite a bit of wine flowing at that point.) I had a really great talk with Joel about.. umm, well, stuff. Important self-knowledge, place-in-the-universe stuff. It's sometimes a challenge to find a common vocabulary since Joel has approached what I will loosely define as The Mysteries from a philosophical perspective, while I've tackled it through a sort of psychological/spiritual lens. It's nice to have someone I can talk to about these things; this spot in my life has been vacant for a while now. I will definitely be picking up some more philosophy, especially Nietzsche, very soon. My philosophical teachings have been very limited, mostly obtained by references through other writers.
Tomorrow morning, I have my follow-up for my wisdom teeth removal and a cleaning. Afterwards I have to write an extra credit paper for psychology on Orwell's 1984, then work some more on the drama project, and eventually head uptown to Michaelangelo's for the rehearsal. I think I have some "wimmin's work" to do in there somewhere as well. Egads, when did I get so busy?