I'm doing well. Riding my bike a lot. Theatre-ing. Livin' la vida loca. You know, that sort of thing.
I just did a play about zombies. It was great fun. Awesome cast and a really funny script. I got to play the leader of a San Francisco theatre collective that interviewed the survivors of a zombie attack in a small Texas town. And that theatre collective member portrayed the people from those interviews Laramie Project style. So I really got to play five characters. And *spoiler alert* the play ended with my dying screams. So, awesome.
Right after the play ended one of my students fractured my cheekbone. Ahh, the joys of being a behaviorist working with special needs students with severe behavior disorders. I'm ok though. They originally thought I may need to get a face plate put in, but it turns out it's not that bad. So great. Plus, two days after that happened my full time assistant started - so I'm not in those dangerous positions nearly as often anyway since he's taking over that stuff.
I have a boyfriend. We've been seeing each other for about a month now. He's super cool. He's getting his Master's of Social Welfare at Berkeley - with a focus in child welfare. He looks like Gael Garcia Bernal. And his name is Nicolaus. Yes, it happens. It's not that confusing, or nearly as hysterical as my roommate thinks it is.
It's almost Thanksgiving, and I'm off of work for the next five days. Super excited.