To Do

1. Compile all my varied and assorted writings into some sort of Sam Shepardesque Motel Chronicles thing. Convince myself it would actually be something that others would want to read.





2. Force ragazzopazzo to come see the Little House (TM) this weekend. You must buy my house. You must buy my house.
   
   
   
   
   
3. Clean my desk. Stat.





4. Make white sangria over the weekend. It's an experiment. But there will be a point to it soon enough.





5. Make better use of my hot tub before I have to leave it behind. That means get in. Tonight.




6. Remind myself that this insanely hot weather will not last forever and quit feeling like a lazy P.O.S. for not running in it.





7. Those unsent packages. Right. I admit that I am a USPS loser of the highest magnitude. I literally have packages in the closet that are three years old. Maybe I'll make it to the post office in New Jersey.




8. Paint those toenails, girl.





9. Eat more chocolate.





10. Figure out what fabulous costume is appropriate for Diskobol. I need a fairy godmother.