This makes me kind of sad, and Beaker�s sick of it, so now you have to hear it. Sorry.
But I�m paying this money to go to Tae Kwon Do, right? And it�s in the evenings, right? Here was last week:
Monday � I had the heartburn of an 89-year-old man who just ate a sausage taco, with a side of sausage taco and extra pepperoni.
Tuesday � talk show. I can never go on a Tuesday.
Wednesday � hockey game. (Awesome. Devils smoked the Panthers, I drank five beers, and there was one fistfight � either on the ice or in my section. You take a guess.)
Tonight � getting ready for my dad to arrive.
Friday � Dad arrives.
Fine. One week out. Let�s take a look at next week, shall we?
Monday � Dad here. I�d like to say I�ll go, but then I�ll realize it�s my dad�s next to last night and I�ll get sad and then skip class. God, I�m a pathetic little ninja.
Tuesday � talk show.
Wednesday � other station event.
Thursday � Relay for Life meeting.
Friday � well, I COULD go on that Friday!
The next week is better, but Tuesday is out because of the show, and I have a hard-go-get pedicure appointment on that Thursday. Yes, ninjas get pedicures. God.
But look how stupid that is? I missed half the month of March, almost, for things that are out of my control. And it�s not like it�s cash money free to be a badass ninja! No, quite the opposite � it costs cash money.
So I am a non-ninja, for one month. I�m the saddest non-ninja in town. I took great joy in cutting class, until just this second, when I realized I CAN�T go to class this month. I�m pretty sure that�s some very basic reverse psychology I�m falling for, there. Clearly, my mental discipline is already suffering, from my lack of martial arts. I�m going to be a mushy ball of physical and mental mush by April.
Here are a list of all the things I was trying to do yesterday, all at the same time:
-make plans for hockey game travel
-pre-qualify for a home loan
-answer a dozen Relay for Life emails
-compose an email to my committee chairs
-talk to my cancer society staff partner about various issues
-work
-not cry from sheer swampedness, and frustration
-appease this man who had seen someone drown at a bar the night before, had issues with how the cops handled the situation, and was increasingly getting more and more sarcastic, then borderline threatening, because he felt that I wasn�t doing enough
-book a talk show
-moderate the forum.
-make a list of things to do before my dad gets here
-not cry
If a stranger had walked up to me any time yesterday and said, �You�re 27 years old! When are you going to settle down, get married, have kids?� I honestly think I would have stood up, walked around my desk, and punched that stranger right in the face.
Hmm. Maybe there�s some ninja left in me yet.