Feeling: tentatively happy
Listening to: Snow Patrol - Crack the Shutters
Reading/Watching: Dollhouse, season 1

With great happiness comes great hope and great fear. I am spinning in circles between the three.

In the meantime, I love to sing and I am up to my ears in homework and high holidays and punkass kids and grading and all the things I have to keep me grounded.

I also used my synagogue gig money to finally get some decent cooking pans and a knife set. I'd been getting by on four steak knives with plastic handles, a frying pan and a soup pot I bought from the grocery store. I keep looking at my new stuff... especially the beautiful pans. It's like kitchen porn. I even called Sandman to come over and look at them; he laughed at me while I bounced around and squealed. I also very proudly displayed a new crock pot (for queso dip) and a can opener. I have no idea why these things had me so thrilled, but it is what it is (besides, anyone who's used a cheap metal can opener for more than a few months can appreciate a heavy-duty one with rubber handles).

And now, back to the things I should probably be doing instead of mooning and giggling like a teenager.

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