I’ve been running around like crazy lately trying to get stuff done. Stuff for her, for him, for them, for it… very little for me. All sorts of stuff really. Errands, tasks, printing, thinking, singing, dancing, losing my voice.
Well that last one wasn’t on the list of things to do, though it did happen. Probably as a consequence of all the things I’ve been doing, or maybe it was a punishment for singing Whatever Lola Wants really badly in a Steakhouse Bar on Saturday night?
Could be but I guess we’ll never know.
No really, we won’t. There’s no way to prove that’s why I sound like I smoke 20 packs a day and drink gravel. Maybe I sound like that because of this crazy new gravel and filter-less cigarette diet I’ve gone on…
You can’t prove otherwise can you? No. I didn’t think so.
That’s neither here nor there, what is here is that I have been busy… and tired. Mostly tired of all the busy but also a little tired because I should be getting more sleep. What am I going to do about it? Well it won’t be sleep, I can tell you that… there is far far too much for me to do today. I have stuff to do and things to get and places to be and, time willing, a talent show practice to help with.
But before I do any of that, or at least before I do most of that, I’m going to take my little piggies around the corner to the place of heavenly pedicures. And I’m going to soak my feet. And then Judy is going to scrub my feet and rub my feet and then she’s going to rub them some more with some super lotion (all this after she trims and cleans my nails). And then when it’s almost all over she’s going to paint them f*&k me red and I’m going to prance on home to my nice warm house and drink tea with my friend until it’s time to go to Lunch 2.0.
So at some point today I will be sitting still for 45 minutes… give or take. Did I mention they have massage chairs?
Oh how I love a good pedicure, even when I don’t deserve it.
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What do you mean you don’t deserve it? That’s crazy.