Around 3:45 today I was standing in my kitchen, trying to decide whether to go to a yoga class tonight. I knew I had been busy all day, but I did not feel like I had gotten anything done, and considered that maybe I should stay home and be productive. Then I looked at my list, with everything checked off: groceries, dollar store, bank, cleaners, Staples, MWA stuff, laundry, homework, bill paying, and enough reading about Ubuntu to decide to wait for the next release to install it on the netbook. (One would think that after A+ certification and all of the coursework for MCSE and MCDBA certification I would be less skittish about things like fancy partitioning and futzing with the BIOS. Yes, one would, but there are just too many known hardware issues betwixt* my netbook and Ubuntu for me to want to invest the time. I can wait another eight weeks.)
During all of the running around this morning, wondering if I would have any time to misbehave, I was listening to an actual, honest-to-goodness cassette of Oranges and Lemons by XTC. For about half an hour, no matter what I did, the tape player kept rewinding and fast-forwarding to the beginning of Pink Thing. Misbehaving Tuesday is powerful. Even my car and my twenty year old tape wanted me to misbehave.
Also on that completed to-do list for the day was the real misbehaving part: practicing my reading for the Smile, Hon release party on Friday night, and yes, it is amusing to have a release party for a sex issue. I like the story just fine as a written piece, but I think it works better spoken, almost as a monologue. It will be my first reading in as long as I can remember, so I am glad that if nothing else, the subject matter will keep people’s attention.
Anyhoodle, I went to a yoga class tonight. And it was good.
*My first favorite candy bar was Twix, then Whatchamacalits and Kit-Kats, then Milk Duds in high school, and obsession with peanut M&Ms in college. In my twenties it was jelly beans, gummy peach rings and skittles. Thankfully, candy doesn’t really do it for me anymore, but a block of good, super dark chocolate can be very dangerous and seductive.
