Agony

I hate throwing up. I especially hate waking up, knowing I will soon vomit. I especially hate when being thusly ill prevents me from working with my old high school's current theatre students on their competition pieces.

I think I might enjoy being a high school theatre teacher... the pay sucks sewage, the hours suck eggshells... but I really don't care about all that rubbish anymore. All I care about now is making life a better place for those whom I can help, and I've seen how my high school theatre teacher has been such a positive influence in the lives of her students.

Plus, since teaching is yet another one of my greatest passions and joys, I can combine such with my other passions of choreographing, acting, directing, etc.

Hmm... I will have to ponder this...