There is NOTHING - I repeat, NOTHING - like cruising around in a '78 t-top Trans Am along backroads, stopping for a soda at a gas station that blares country music at the pumps, stopping at a "town" that is not much longer than a city block to go to the General Store, and then having dinner and stopping for an ice cream cone before being chauffered home.
(That said, I think that Trans Am is not for me. I'm going to give it one more date, and then if I'm still feeling the same I'm going to try to friend him. It's not fair to string him along for love of being driven around in a hot car and for love of being bought meals. I like him well enough, but, well, like is not "in like," and I don't want to be the sort of person who uses somebody for rides in a Trans Am. Even if the Trans Am is REALLY bitchin.' All THAT being said, I'll totally be friends with somebody - whom I really do genuinely like - if I get to keep riding in that car. But I need to be up front about what I think of the situation.... I can't be a person who whores herself for car rides and dinners.)
But so the above means that I didn't do ANY work today.
Prior to the date, I did clean my toilet and clear off the Dining Room Table of Anxiety and the Coffee Table of Despair. I also vaccuumed. And I took out the trash. All worthy accomplishments.
But the grading looms, as does the MLA panel, as does prep for my classes, as do a lot of other things.
Somebody (I'm sorry I don't remember who) in the comments to one of my previous posts asked me to talk about the book manuscript process, and I will do so at length at some point, but I should note that "really done" means I've got a good beginning, middle, and end, and that this is the first time the publisher is seeing the entire manuscript (advance contract). The FINAL version goes to them in december, so there are miles to go before I sleep. This does not make me feel any less happy about what I've accomplished thus far, though I'll admit to some anxiety that the whole thing will fall through.
But so now, The Tudors. (And to think I was thinking I'd be able to cancel Showtime until the next season of the L Word. Damn.)
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