Today's Muse: Man, Aunt May's a tough old biddy. Gwen Stacy didn't even survive that height.

I need a new pair of glasses.

And a haircut. And a new pair of walking shoes. And socks. And brussel sprouts. Good god, you don't just take someone's brussel sprouts and slather soy sauce all over them! They were my sprouts!

I need to finish the draft, the design proposal, the clothes patterns, pull together a team for the Margaret shtick, organise the closet, pay off Da Jie, find an excuse to contact Lenny and deftly bring up the July trip, plan the July trip, finish dicking around with the hat and the shirt and the bag, finish reading the robotics book and the school shooting study, get paint for the walls and the furniture, oh bother the paint!

I also need to pull together a decent bash for Da Jie, get Natalie's present, memorize goddamn Evening, stop putting off stretching (Spiderman flexible? Hah.), call and haress the work-a-lady (Two agonising weeks and no reply!), stop worrying about Lasalle (Why no call? Why no call? They said they would call last week!), get my cracking knees looked at, pack Kim's junk, buy the cat new eating utensils (Argh! Have to take the train up there to give him a bath!), ask Mother where the verdamnt sunblock is, put together on-set kit (Safety pins, what else, what else?), and somehow get cash.

This turned out long. Now I feel dirty.