Fool's Games

I go to the library for books and internet access. On any given Saturday morning, you can find me here as the doors open, hoping to snag my usual spot, far from the madding crowds. I work on my blog, pay my bills, email, yadda yadda. Of course this morning I forgot is the last day for early voting in my county. Libraries are polling places here, which means that the parking lot, which is already tight, is ridiculous. And I'm being accosted by wackos with fliers wanting me to vote for their candidate or their cause or whatever. Now, political activism is all very well, until you get in my way when I'm trying to do my thing, then, I will run you over in my car and not even flinch. I realize that seems crass, but it's true. Never in my life have I been so disgusted with my own government. Never have I known so much and so little at the same time. My Dad always says I should vote, because otherwise I can't complain, and I always say I will not lend my vote or my strength to that which I wish to be free from. So when the chipper little county commissioner candidate comes bearing down on me, with her big hair and bigger smile, rather than ignoring her like I do most of them, I looked her dead in the eye and said, "No I won't be voting. I have no government. I am at the mercy of thieves and tyrants."

I think she understood me.

The Heat

Sorry for the delay in posting, but everything decided to happen all at the very same time. You've seen that bumper sticker, "They say to take one day at a time, but lately several have attacked me at once?" That's been me. My one great hope is to get to the gym this week. If I could get 2 days, I would consider myself accomplished.

So, here's what's been going on...I got a little catering job, a brunch for about 15 people, on a Saturday. I thought, hey that's swell, I could use the extra money. Then a day or so later, the owner of where I work says, "Hey, I'm having dinner for about 20, can you cater it?" and it is...wait for it...Saturday night. So I have to get everything together, keep my receipts all seperate, make list after list after list, make an emergency run to Target for ramekins and work a straight 16 hour day. But all was not in vain, everything went well. People came, they ate, they seemed to enjoy it. I washed so many dishes that I thought my hands would fall straight off, but they didn't. I crawled into a hot bath at 1130PM.

This is why I don't do two shows a night, babe, I just won't do it.