I swear it’s not about Steve.
Good! I have your attention.
I am so ridiculously busy tomorrow. Do you remember back when I was so excited about all the free time I was going to have on Mondays and Fridays? That has flown out the window. Don’t even think that I have free time. I have no free time. I have a meeting and then another meeting and then work and then retreat!!! And then I’ll come home and slave away on my Martha Graham piece for the Texan. And that will be my weekend. I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry.
Ken Jennings is so cute. Not in a hot way, just in that adorable Mormon boy way. Can I get a witness? Don’t act like I can’t.
I’m sitting here puttering around when I should be going to sleep. Ugh. I’m staying up for no reasooooooon. Ugh Ugh Ugh. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. I don’t think it’s going to be terrible but I don’t think it’s going to be good. But I’ll live, either way. I will live. And I will look damn good doing it. Don’t think I won’t be wearing some powerful clothes tomorrow. And don’t act like I won’t have the upper hand. I will have it. You can never take something from me that I won’t let you have. My heart, my joy or my pride. But if it comes to it then she can have the job.
I am not worried. I am not scared. I am fine and happy and good. Hoody hoo, kids, Hoody hoo.
