I hate it when I ramble!
Well, here I am, writing?
Tony and I are going to move out of our current abode and into a much improved, safe, pretty, psychologically, and spiritually uplifting apartment that is yet to be identified. Of course the means of moving are yet to be identified too. Tony keeps asking me how we are going to accomplish this move, and my only answer is "I don't know, it's will all work out." He hates that, but is learning to live with it.
We've looked at a couple of places; A house that make our current apartment look like an episode from lifestyles of the rich and famous, and an upper duplex that reminds me of accomodations at the young republicans convention.
I have two students, hooray. No gigs on the horizon, and don't know where to go from here. I will figure it out. No worries, I will become independently wealthy from music and never have to have a day job again. I know it will happen, the question is when. (when can I quit, when can I quit? NOW PLEASE)
In other news...the thought of Karl Rove makes me nauseous because I just know that justice will not find him in the night. Justice O'Conner's retirement makes me want to cry, but I think I am going to go flyering this weekend, or perhaps collecting signatures for a petition to DO something about it.
I took the day off work yesterday, and spent the morning ironing...I ADORED it, all three and a half hours of it. Kinda sick, don't 'ya think? Hmmm...I wonder what that means.
I'm thinking about volunteering at Planned Parenthood, or somewhere of that ilk. Afterall, women's rights are something I feel exteremly passionate about, and if I don't do something to protect them, aren't I just feeding my own beliefs lip service?
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