Andrew should stop picking on me.

The days are slow, but still go fast. My schedule is filling up with plays and rock concerts, parties, open microphones, and sundry required appointments for job and Denmark stuff. I attended the first of two cyber-trainings tonight, and feel a bit less nervous than I did earlier today as I was reading the bazillion pages of curriculum. I will be a fun and creative and enthusiastic instructor. I tell myself this. And besides, as we all know, making mistakes is one of my favorite things to do.

Tomorrow is lunch with Brucey-boy at our favorite old haunt and then Face's sweet eighteen birfday party. Yay!