Things are better.
Because they are worse!
I can put off dealing with my various productivity compulsions for a week or so, because I’m going crazy this week making what is probably way way, WAY too many chocolates (mostly the old August CotM bars, which—secret!!—will soon be online for you to buy year round!) for the Maker Faire this weekend, in Queens. Doesn’t it look fun? If you come say hello and tell me you’re a blogreader, I’ll give you a free chocolate bar, for reals. It would be nice to meet some of you cuties. But if, like, you’re already my real life friend and you pop by…well, who am I kidding, I’ll still give you a bar.
So now I have this whole crazy week: super late night last night, and I left the kitchen a mess. And my sweetheart is coming home from tour tomorrow, and I like to have the house all clean and tidy when he gets back, (because we both know that when he comes home he’s a house unhusband who does all the chores since I always have the handy “I just cleaned the whole kitchen! I can’t come home and clean the house too!!”), so I’ve got the house to clean, kitchen to clean, chocolates to get in the mail, chocolates to bring to the Cheese Plate in New Paltz, the October Chocolates of the Month are a FIASCO so far and for the first time I am completely at a loss for how to bring the vision I have of them into reality…I’m completely at home in my overwhelmedness. So many challenges! Oh no, sorry, I can’t go on a hike this week—thanks for asking though [insert secret relief at not being able to have any fun and thus not feel a nagging feeling that I should be “being productive.”] How will I ever get it all done? What’s that, maybe I should make a list? Maybe it should be color-coded? I really think so. Oh god! I’m so busy! Whine whine whine! Wonderful wonderful wonderful.
I think I’ve discovered something I like more than whining about my insane life: having an insane life that justifies not dealing with the fact that when my life is not insane I have no idea who I am or what to do with myself.
See you soon, guys!
You know what also? I’m going to start saying “guys” again. No word expresses a casual friendliness like “guys,” let’s just admit it. Pals? Dumb. Friends? Too on the nose. Friendos? Ugh. Dudes? Only good when being ironic. Peeps? Well, I did say that I was going to start saying peeps and spelling it Pepys, just for kicks, but I think peeps is sort of played (chirped?) out. (And I’ve gotta be au courant with my slangy salutations!). Hos? Um. Bitchez? Double um.