sigerson | Memage, because I sleep now!

Ten years ago, I;
had a crush on my Biology teacher, who looked like Christopher Reeve
was trying to think of smart college entrance essays
hung plaid curtains in my dorm windows

Five years ago, I;
learned the fine art of cleaning up cat yak
made some new friends from Connecticut in Somerville
was struggling with my first professional, real job

One year ago, I;
led my players into the town of Clepsis, full of crime, temples, sorcery, and ditz elementals
made a silk tulle tutu for an actress's 3-year-old so she could look like her mom
was starting to tell people that I was interested in graduate study

So far this year, I;
have not shied away from my decision to pursue graduate study (tho the application's still not in)
have walked on the seashore at night while the moon rose, holding hands and looking for turtles
learned to use my grandmother's loom

Yesterday, I;
gave platelets at seven in the morning while reading a Thomas Covenant book
started my first official day of work as a Harvard Staff Assistant (III) (helping with tenure committees)
went to bed after DaMan, which is extremely rare

Today, I;
finished my paper by getting up at five and working through lunch, but didn't have to work on it during work hours
set up four final packages for four promotions to professor
will be going to sleep early surrounded by Law & Order and Zim and Oob while Mike goes to poker night
(and will also call my younger sib, I got your message!)

Tomorrow, I will;
wreak screaming underground doom on my players
figure out how and when twin and I will be going home for Christmas
try to define my new job responsibilities

In one year, I hope I;
am working through midterms at divinity school
have finished quilts for sibling and cousin
sleep in on weekend mornings among flannel sheets in a big bed next to DaMan and DaOob

In five years, I;
will have started to save for a house
will be working on my dissertation (no reason to delay it!)
will see my younger sib more than once a year for two days

No more Red Bull and gin for me, thanks, I'm jiggly. (Or is that Gigli?)