A Jackson Story

The Internet on my laptop seems to have ceased to work. It won't find the wireless connection. So I am forced to write my blogs on my iPod touch and then I will post them from here. You probably didn't need to know that, but it is very relevant to me blogging. Let's put it this way: if I was a superhero (I know, surprising that I'm not), my weakness would be listed as "cannot type on an Apple touchscreen to save his life." Seriously, all that you just read took me three hours to type. A couple of days ago, I had a health scare. I had a headache. Immediately I thought that some kind of bug had climbed up my nose while I was sleeping, but then I convinced myself that my mosquito net-tucking skills were superior. And then I thought that it might be caffeine withdrawal, but then I realized that I've been drinking tea like it's my day job. Seriously, right now I'm drinking one cup of tea with two bags in it. Double-bagging it. That sounds dirty. So once I had eliminated that possibility, I realized that I was probably dehydrated so I drank some water and felt better. That was a Jackson story if I have ever heard one. Let me explain: Jacksons are notoriously bad at telling stories. All of my immediate family lacks the storytelling skill. But when you come to appreciate Jackson stories, they are absolutely wondrous. On an unrelated note, there is a red wasp in my toilet. I tried to flush it but the hydraulics (right?) are seriously lacking here. After trying to drown it with my hose and failing, I just willed it to die or fly away, neither of which worked. The musicians for the play are coming in from Afghanistan tonight. Apparently they are the best in the country and will be playing nonstop. Did I mention that my cottage is right next to their cottage? Oh well, I'm not going to complain about culture. Speaking of culture, here at Nrityagram, all of the food is vegetarian. You don't really realize though because it is all so different and delicious. My mom gave me multivitamins to bring with me because we thought I would shy away from vegetables, but I don't really have a choice, do I? I'm sure the vitamins are still good for me though. I've thought of some great play ideas during my stay, most of which will likely stay unproduced and tucked away in a file on my computer. I wonder how many of those Shakespeare had. Not on his computer, of course, but in his... chest? I don't know. Some of the titles are "The House of Juniper," "Sincerely, A.," and "Leonarda Makes Cookies and Soap." Ugh I love playwriting. If this truly is my calling, I am looking forward to a life of penny pinching. Who's with me?!