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Here it is, Sunday morning. I don't do church. I don't do meetings. I have a wide array of options. Starbucks? Take a swim? Play some canasta on Yahoo? Start on the "to do" piles? Perhaps a mixture of all or several? Can't go to ACE yet; it ain't open. Need to hit Target for paper products. I go through a lot of paper products. Need to go to Frye's or some such grocery store. Frye's is closest though. Ooooh, bagel for breakfast? Or left over pizza? Or just a salad? Could even do cereal. It's not often I have cereal; but I happen to have some. And milk. I have milk. Don't often have that around either. Even though it's Africa hot out there I could really go for some Abuelita hot chocolate. I'll put Abuetlita on the grocery list. (Try it - it's Mexican. Therefore it's really good.)

I could start on the pile of "to be read" books I created yesterday. The pile is a mixture of "young adult" novels and chick-flick type books Sister brought over. I feel a responsibility to read the kids' stuff though. If I expect/hope my students to read them, then I think I should read them as well.

Yesterday I finally made a HUGE dent in the mess that is my office. Thanks to Sister. She came over and was willing to help me go through the huge mess, make separate piles - needs attention NOW; school stuff (which also needs attention NOW); school supplies; throw away crap; etc - and now my office has nice neat piles of crap rather than one huge pile of crap. It's organized crap. I feel much better when my crap is organized.

Do you know who I want to be when I grow up? Carrie Bradshaw. I mean, I don't give a shit about shoes, couture, or cosmopolitans. And I do have a great group of girlfriends... but they don't know each other, so no group breakfasts at the coffee shop every week. I don't smoke, so I don't need to quit. I don't want to live in NYC. And I don't need a bathroom with two doors. But it would be really cool to be a writer. A PAID writer. However, while I can muse endlessly about boring stuff on here for my own amusement, no one's gonna be makin' a book out of my blog. But it would be cool.

A Mr. Big would be cool too. (The end-of-the-series Mr. Big. Not the beginning-of-the-series Mr. Big. I already have encountered way too many of those.)