I went to bed at nearly half-past three, and I'm up at just past 8.30 am. Ah well, such is life.
Boots woke me up, licking my underarm--think I need to shave them, this morning. I say that, because I looked at my armpit this morning, and thought: "Hmmmmm-Darwin was right, after all."
A tiny bit cooler, this morning, but still promises to be a hazy and hot day...'tho partly sunny. Though it's a much cooler 69 F (21 C), there's still 87% humidity, so it's still going to feel rather sticky, out there today--going to be around 80 F (27 C)...but, by tonight, it'll drop back down to the upper 50's F, so I can at least sleep, maybe. I'm debating wearing a dress to work today, which would be cooler, even tho' jeans, shorts and tees are allowed on weekends--don't know. The building manager of our office tower, seems to somehow forget, sometimes, that there's people working on Sundays, there, and they turn off the air conditioning--and some of the hallway lights, as well.
Have to go do the laundry at 11am sharp, if I want to be back in time to leave for work by quarter to 2pm. Then, because dufuss here, forgot to bring the bill with her, yesterday, I have to go back to Price Chopper after work, to pay it. 
And, tomorrow, it's back to four 9 hour split shifts. Well, at least I do still have a job, and am least I'm working. I wonder when the company is going to ax the rest of us? I hope I'll be able to get another job--takes a while to get unemployment benefits, I'm told--and you don't get much. So, more people working for sub-standard wages in India, can take my job away, as well. What the hell? They and a good portion of the Chinese and Mexicans, because they have such very low wage/living standards, have taken MILLIONS of jobs from Americans--this crap about the USA being the richest nation in the world? It's fast becoming a lie. The FTA is proving to be the unraveling of middle and lower income America...and the politicians couldn't care one whit--they don't even see the problem, so why come up with a solution, right?
There's now mostly only two America's: Rich and poor. The middle is melting away into the lower tiers, for those who have been laid off, down-sized or have become ill (no FREE health care here, you have to pay through the nose for it)...and, there's the well-off and rich. And one knows nothing about the other, mostly...in fact, most Americans on the other side of things, can relate more to a poor child or adult in Africa, than a poor child or adult, right in his or her own county.
Oh, don't get me started.
Anyway, rumour is, here in the city, they might fix up one of the old theaters, downtown--that'd be great! That's one thing I'm a 100% for--restoring old theaters.
The current theater here, the Wood Theater, is in the old Woolworth's building, down the street. I miss Woolworth's--mum used to take us to the one in our village, all the time. They had everything! Great soda fountain/snack bar, pets, housewares, toys, sewing stuff, records, tons of candy, books...heck, you name it, they had it...wonderful store. The fountain lady was always so nice--knew us kids by name--and when I ordered a black cow (a rootbeer float) or a sundae, she'd put a little extra scoop of ice cream in mine...which was really cool of her, I think.
Anyway, if I were rich, and could be a philanthrophist, I'd have a private food pantry, and also, I'd fix up some old theater--only I'd make it so anyone could participate and/or go to a play, and not just the rich people--the Wood Theater pretty much prices people like me out of going to stuff like that...most theaters do, as we have precious little community theater here...and us chavs are generally not encouraged to participate or attended. Oh, we aren't turned away, but we are treated differently, quite often...maybe it's that way, everywhere in the world, I don't know.
Most public schools don't have "Drama" here in the U.S.--that's reserved, mostly, as an optional after-school activity---usually consisting of rehersing and putting on some daft old musical, that's already been done, a zillion times over.
I didn't have access to a drama class, until I went to college, at age 39. The schools don't do much with literature--like Shakespeare--either, at least, they didn't in my day (1960's-1970's)...not much in the way of foreign languages, either. They more went into maths and science and business, stuff like that. I had a boy in my English class, in my senior (12th) year of high school, that could barely read, no lie. I always felt sorry for him.
Well, getting late, and I've some chores to get done, before leaving for Broad street, to the laundromat there. Hope I can find a dryer, or I'm wearing wet clothes to work! 
