Joie de vivre

Evidently I was pretty stressed indeed in my last post, for I discovered an alarming amount of errors in word usage.

Then again, some would say that's normal.

"Like" for "light" is not normal. Really. Not even for me.

I randomly ran into Joe Hardin while I was lurking--yes, lurking--in the vestibule of Bld. 500, partly trying to work out my nerves by being in the building and partly for other reasons. I'd forgotten he teaches at the alt. education school now instead of TYA. He hadn't seen me for a good year or more, but he remembered and asked, "So, what brings you up here" and watched as I went speechless trying to come up with something that didn't sound insane.

I'm not so nervous anymore. It's just another thing to get through. Those who like me will like me--and those who don't won't, and it doesn't matter. Besides, realistically, I know there's no way I can mess up too badly, short of fainting, which I don't do. Being less than brilliant isn't as embarrassing as being incompetent, which I am not.