February 20, 2012
I have just set my alarm for 7:30 tomorrow morning. The sound I have chosen to wake me up is "Timba." It's a cheery and vapid beat played on some sort of tribal-esque drum. Maybe it will make me cheery and vapid for my day tomorrow. Here's what's happening tomorrow:
In the morning I will go to work in an office for a few hours, filing important papers and putting together packets of other important papers for people to sign. This job is a little boring.
Then I will go to the gym. Here's a story about the gym: I was climbing the STAIRMASTER the other day and an old Whitney Houston video was playing on the TVs in front. There was a man next to me who, like me, pulled out his earplugs to listen to this video. GO GIRL! GET IT! he said this on his Stair Master, making it evident he was not going to take her frisky sex appeal OR killer tunes for granted. Well said, sir.
Then after that I will probably need to go to another job, which is called Behavior Therapy with this cool boy who has Autism. I don't know after that. Maybe I'll go for a bike ride. I did that yesterday and found two things: a baseball diamond I didn't know existed, and an electric bike for sale. If I had that electric bike, I thought, I could dry my hair using the sky. Or I could drive to the grocery store really fast.
I'm not looking forward to Wednesday because I have a long day with a 5 year old that I'm struggling to empathize with.
My husband and I are growing mushrooms, the kind that you put in a stir fry, and they are really gross looking.
