Brain Scramble

Friday night I wrote posts and posted them and I wrote a post and scheduled it and I imagined having time to do more of that.

By the time Saturday morning rolled around I'd found out that Alita had a performance Saturday afternoon in a part of Brooklyn just barely connected to my part via public transportation and my laptop had died.

Look how I snuck that last bit in so it doesn't sound like my heart broke when it happened.

I'm looking into fixit options (Dear Mr. Chili, I love you. Love and kisses, Kizz) and typing from the desktop and thanking my lucky stars that I have a desktop and that I saved at least one copy of the speed dating play onto Google Reader. Yeah, that's right, I wrote a play, a play that's enjoying a tiny amount of success, a play for which I have a rehearsal today, a play that I have not looked at in months and I don't have a printed out copy anywhere.

Genius, I tell you.

In other news, be careful what you wish for. I'm sure at some point I wished that someone with a large readership would link to me. I really am going to have to figure out a nicer way to say,"I like kids, I really like kids, I'd just like people to concentrate on raising the really nice kids (and even the not so nice ones, they can't help it) who are already here." Oh, well, there you go, why didn't I do that sooner?

I'm leaving that paragraph there, just as it is, not going on about it any more. Do you know how hard that is for me? I'm going to be thinking about it all day long. My shower is going to be filled with thoughts of it.

Moving on!

I want to bathe the dog, move my printer, print my play, walk the dog, shower, dress, make up, slather sunscreen and be out the door to brunch and rehearsal by 11. Think I can make it?

I don't.