I just have this feeling right now that whatever I do next with my life, it’s going to be something wonderful. And that my current life is also wonderful.

Do you think that’s tempting fate?

I’m hanging about my apartment at the moment. My dinner plans were canceled, and I’ve cleaned my room, done my laundry, and sorted through and dealt with ALL my backed-up mail (which, if you’ve looked at my desk recently, you know is no minor feat.) I also realized that last night I parked my car in a zone where there is absolutely no parking between 4 and 6pm, vowed to move it before 4pm today, and totally forgot about it. So I ran out and checked, and sure enough…it got towed. Sigh. So that’s what I get to do tomorrow morning.

As twin reward for my productive evening and consolation for my towed car, I went to the mini mart that’s right next to where I wasn’t supposed to leave my car, and picked up a bottle of House Wine and a bag of orange Milanos, both of which I am attempting to consume in moderation. I can’t decide what to do with tonight.

A) go see a movie by myself
B) keep working on the script (this is the gold star option, but I’m feeling like I need a break…no, hang that, I’m just being lazy. Damn. Am I a real artist? Am I a good one? Shouldn’t it be calling to me? Oh dear…the only way to make this self-doubt stop is to open up the script…maybe I’ll do that. I did work on it for about 5 hours today. But only 1 hour yesterday. And 1 the day before.)
C) read “Dance to the Piper” which I got in the mail yesterday (I ordered it after I learned of that quote from it that I put in my last post)
D) go to the salsa dance that starts at 9:30 a few blocks from my house (I HAVE been needing more exercise. This might be the only acceptable alternative to working on the script.)
E) Go browse Half Price Books, which is open satisfyingly late
F) Do my dishes (There’s only like 20 minutes of dishes. But it seems daunting.)
G) Sit in front of my computer, surf the ‘net for 5 hours, finish this bottle of wine and all these cookies by myself, and completely squander my unreasonably good mood. (It’s really appalling how appealing this option is, even though I KNOW that I will go to bed depressed if I do this.)
H) practice guitar
I) write a poem
J) work on the 501(c)3 paperwork I’ve been avoiding for so long (this is definitely not going to happen. I’m just putting it on this list for due diligence’s sake.)
K) take a nighttime walk in Cal Anderson Park
L) Work on defining Nebunele’s new Sponsorship Levels in preparation for the fundraiser later this month
M) Call all of my friends to see who wants to go to that new bar Kurrent with me and make fun of it
N) sew buttons on clothes that have lost them

But honestly? Just look at this list! I could do any of these things right now. How great a life is that? Pretty great. I love being a grownup.

Heh, Mez just pinged me on IM as I was writing this with feedback about the play. I think I can take that as a sign. Maybe Salsa later. Dishes? …if I get inspired.

Life life life
Alissa