the lemon treat paradox

I'm sitting here at work taking my first bite of my third 'Lemon Treat' of the day, sipping a big mug of tea, and writing a post for my blog. Productivity is my middle name.

Why are Griffin’s Lemon Treats so delicious? The ingredients are all wrong, and yet somehow, they add up to a gloriously enjoyable eating experience. Maybe the wrongness is part of the attraction.
Take two salty, flaky pastry-type crackers (the type you would normally eat with cheese or paté), add a sweet cream filling, but not any old cream filling, oh no, a lemon cream filling, and there you have it. Salty, sweet, creamy, and acidic/citrus all at the same time. Weird; and yummy.

a dramatic pause

Last night was the night of the penultimate drama class. Attendance (and energy) were at an all-time low, so the enjoyment wasn't there so much. Quite apart from anything else, there was almost no class interaction - we got there and immediately started rehearsing our scenes. After an hour, we began filming. Sean and I were up first, which meant we had no audience, and hence fewer nerves I think. That said, watching the scene later was quite painful. Although in hindsight it wasn't too bad, it was definitely more 'Shortland Street' than 'The Sopranos'. Do I actually look like that?

I miss the stage-acting classes. They were great fun; the tutor was fantastic (thanks Alison) and there was so much interaction with the other students. Now I feel we are drifting apart a little (not that we were ever that close), or perhaps it's just me... Last night, I was talking to three guys in the class, and they mentioned sending text messages to each other. I have never exchanged phone numbers with anyone in the class, nor has the subject even come up in conversation. I guess I missed that boat.

I've given up on the singing classes. I really didn't feel I was learning enough for the time I was putting in to it. We mainly sang as a choir, which I have done enough before. The idea of a concert looming was causing me too much stress. As it turns out, Chad (who was in both singing and acting classes) has given the singing up too.

point of no return

It's now official. I handed in my notice (six weeks) at work yesterday, something that I have been putting off for a while. It's certainly taken a great weight off my mind. The boss was extremely good about it, and seemed genuinely sorry that I was leaving! He even gave me details of a contact in the automotive engineering industry in the UK, which I may or may not use...

Rocky and Silvia sold last night for $1185, which is $15 less than I paid for them around a year ago. Joy!

7 weeks to go.