I have a bunch of things I need to do before Saturday, when I'm having people over. So naturally, I'm like, "I'd really like to go to the O's game tomorrow to see Bedard pitch." Which means that I now feel like Cinderella's stepmother, only I'm both Cinderella and the stepmother--"Well, if you clean the bathroom and at least vacuum, write up that report for your tutoring student, and hang up the pictures, and do that all tonight, then you can go to the game tomorrow." Of course, knowing me, I'll go to the game even if I haven't done those things (unless it's raining). And, of course, I'm on the computer, instead of getting anything done. Well, I need to write to my mom!
Current song in my head:
"Gettin' Ready Rag" from Ragtime