I need to charge my Ipod. Let’s not forget that.
I am knee-deep in proofing this directory and I’m taking a break to get things done since I am the girl who gets things done. Unless I don’t believe in them or I find them tedious or obnoxious or wrong in form, and then and I shuffle them off to a little invisible file folder where everything fits and nothing emerges. This is my clerical and, truly, my life system.
It’s getting to be crunch time. I can’t forget the cell phone or the shuttle numbers or my friends’ numbers in case I get murdilated (emphasis on the murder and less on the dilated all you amateur rapist-slash-gynecologists wandering about in the Chicagoan hinterlands) fresh outta Midway. Attempted murdilated. Yes, I’m in one of those let’s try and be clever moods.
Um, today, was a huge rush. There’s a political action issue on top of the current ones we have in the fire and it sort of pushed this project down the side so I’m sitting in my living room at 9:10pm typing up proof changes.
Oh! Bring the camera, kid, don’t forget that. And the charger which is at work, so! And make that credit card payment. And get those checks in the mail and fall madly in love with someone age-appropriate and good for you. And wash your hair so you can pin it up into these great demi-victory rolls that apparently make you into a faux-Forties, Russian Red-lipped goddess. Uh, on a sliding scale, anyway.
I’m only really 25% done, if that, I need to get going but damn…I’m distracted. Okay, let’s talk about my bad behavior. If I have a really gormless grin on my face and a sarcastic tone, it’ll make it all super better and it’ll almost be like I had to do it just to make the vast hordes of the internet happy. I can justify anything before you can snap your fingers, and with some of you more maladroit hordes, I can do it twice. So I had eggs and bacon for breakfast at our early morning meeting when the sky was this heavenly, thick, laden with moisture, sort of obsidian. You could see the layers in it. The sun broke through as I drove and even though traffic was ridiculous and every bottle was necked, and I felt energy and goodness and I felt like I could do it.
Then I went through the day and had some soup for lunch that might have gone bad, so I just sipped at it to minimize any intestinal distress I had to come, and my hopes of working on my project were dashed and my heart was thrown into overdrive when I got a call about something I needed to do that I’ve forgotten for months and I left work in a ravenous blur.
I don’t mean that the way it seems, I just want to be in a state of mind that has no clock on it. I want to be in a place that sticks, instead of these locations I find that shift ever westward, until I drop off the map.
So I had some cookies and Chipotle and I have this challenge to start and I could start if only everything else could stop. Just stop!