Well that was fast...

And on Day 3 there shall be much sickness and cursing.

I knew I was going to need that extra class buffer I created on Saturday, but I didn't realize I was going to need it RIGHT NOW. Somewhere in my weekend something inside me went horribly wrong. I know this because 2:30 AM found me curled around the toilet throwing up my previously delicious pasta. And nothing can make you ready for round two quite like recognizing every ingredient of your food floating back up at your blotchy face. Being the responsible adult that I am, I still got up and went to work so that I could do the necessary paperwork and not inconvenience anyone. (I seriously think I fear inconveniencing others more than anything else in this world. Except spiders.) But since I'm not superhuman, I left and came home at 11. There were little voices in my head that got all excited, like, 'Hey, you've got a free day! You should go home and binge watch all the Oscar movies you missed this season... or you could watch all of True Detective... or rewatch Sherlock. Again.' And I thought about doing that. Until I sat down on the bed, and it was just soooo comfy and warm. So I stayed there till 5:30. Yup. I'm awesome at life. Now I'm making friends with some Trader Joe's soup and cleaning out my DVR (which incidentally does involve watching some Sherlock... some things in life are inevitable.)  This day can't be all depressing though, so here's my favorite thing from last night's Oscar show.

Yes. That is Benedict Cumberbatch photobombing U2. My life is now complete. 

So I drink a little...

Hey day two! I'm happy to report that I've done three classes in two days toward my 30 day challenge. I'm also finished with my concerts for this cycle. We did Durufle's Requiem, which is an absolutely beautiful piece of music, but is an absolute bugger to sing. Especially when you're a Soprano 1. Especially when you're a Soprano 1 with a sinus infection. Also, my left arm feels like I'm going to start looking like that guy from 'Lady in the Water' that only lifts one side of his body...like a fiddler crab. Holding my stupid music folder for two full concerts after doing that much yoga (and after about a month of doing pretty much no yoga), well, I'm not gonna lie. It hurts. At this point in time I pretty much have to keep up the daily class schedule, because if I skip now I don't think I'll be able to straighten out my limbs on the second day.

It's also Oscar night, which is usually my favorite night of the year, but I really dropped the ball this time. For the past five years, I've tried to see the majority of nominated films before the ceremony, but this year my husband got mono, and to quote him, he was going to have "stabbed [me] in the eye if you go to 'Wolf of Wall Street' without me." So I thought, hey, I like having two eyes... symmetry, and all that. So I didn't see it, and I didn't see Gravity, or Dallas Buyers Club, or Her.... I pretty much failed. I did see '12 Years A Slave' (amazingly and beautifully heartbreaking), and 'American Hustle' (I love everyone in the cast), so it's not a total loss... and I did read my Entertainment Weekly, so I'm pretty sure I'll still win the candy bets, but I'm just not as emotionally invested this year. At least there will still be pretty dresses. And wine. Which I already drank half a bottle of over dinner. Thank you Narcissi for being delicious, and for being right down the road. Time to take my semi-drunk ramblings to a live audience (aka, my cats). Be back tomorrow with another list of what part of my body hurts, and probably some Oscar thoughts!

Obligatory Oscar picture.