mundane update and laundry question

I am in that transitional moment where I am not quite motivated to leave one task so that I can go do the next task, which is in fact very easy.

Tomorrow I have to venture into parts of Brooklyn unknown for the cane class, about which I have my mild "things unknown" trepidation I have about pretty much everything, despite how I conduct myself. Not a big deal, but to get back to good ol' boring logistics and not my crazy head -- my personal level of planning for new subway excursions and the reality of the transit system here don't always mix. I should stop by the office on the way down (I'm actually going in on Sunday). I should also do laundry tonight (Hey, can anyone tell my why my fencing jacket which notes it is made from pre-shrunk cotton also says on the tag that I shouldn't tumble dry it? What will happen? Because ideally, I'd wash it tomorrow morning and then tumble dry it.)

All right. Now to Whole Foods for gluten-free pizza, drop off of stuff to various people and then home to watch DVDs and work on my own projects. Oh, speaking of DVDs, I swear to you, I spent ten minutes this morning watching the beginning of Marie Antoinette while lying in bed and eating French chocolate. Then I remembered that my life isn't quite _that_ fictional and employment called. But ah, it was pleasant.

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Despite being a Pretty Hot Nerd (tm), there are several points on which I fall short of being the ultimate Nerd God/dess. I don't know as much about comics and graphic novels as I should (despite being obsessive about those I am up on), I don't find thunderstorms even remotely sexy (quite frankly, they make me want to hide under the bed and considering how many stories I have that go "and then lightening struck the ground about 20' from where I was standing and knocked me off my feet" I think I'm entitled), and I don't have the Monty Python receptor site. I get why it's mildly amusing, but beyond that, and the whole quoting thing? Nope, don't get it.

That said, coming home on the bus tonight were two music college students who after discussing what is really the most played piece of music ever ("Minuet in G!" "Which minuet in G?" "Minuet in G!") started going through that business about the unladen swallow or whatever it is. But they were so charming and emeshed with each other that I couldn't help but think it sweet as opposed to the nerdly equivalent of sandpaper. When we got to the last stop on the bus the stupid driver wouldn't open the back door, and we all hollered for it at the same time, "back door!" -- and then they went right back to their little skit. For half a second, I was part of their little world, and I might have maybe even understood it, just a tad. I sure did smile anyway.

Meanwhile, bought lots of raw food because the good stuff is amazing and really good for the celiac situation. I've got these chewy raw cookies that are lemon, coconut, honey and cashews and taste like nothing I've ever had. Good texture too. Fucking should. Raw food stuff is obscenely expensive.